“I don’t need your sacrifices of flesh and blood… What I want from you is your [sincere] thanks; I want your promises fulfilled. I want you to trust me in your times of trouble, so I can rescue you, and you can give me glory” (TLB).
This is what God has been trying to get through to me lately: He wants a relationship with me. To this day, the idea is strange to me; I am vastly different from Him, infinitely inferior, and sinful besides. There is a great chasm separating me from Him because of the Fall. I can ‘t see, hear or touch Him. There are times when my life is in such upheaval that I begin to question not only His goodness but at times His very existence.
But God always takes up the slack. He keeps coming back around to tell me that this thing isn’t over yet. No matter how often I get derailed as I proceed with this eternal odyssey He has placed me on, I continue to encounter Him again, approaching gently without accusation to urge me on.
In a floundering sort of way, I have learned to keep seeking God in spite of the turbulence and the obstacles. Why I should have any reluctance after everything Jesus did for me is a mystery that is bound up in the sinful nature. The clincher is that God accepts my conflicted approach toward Him and even stands in for me when I am wrenched in the other direction. God is winning this wrestling match, and I’m glad.