What if the thing that hurts is the very thing that keeps you close to God? The story of Jacob's night of wrestling at the Jabbok river has something to say to everyone who is blessed and still limping.

You don't have to clean yourself up before you come to him. You don't have to have prayed yesterday, or last week, or at all. The invitation stands right now—and the staggering truth is that even when you can't bring yourself to pray, someone already is. On your behalf. By name.