I think I've been wrestling with my destiny since I was born. 

Grasping my brother's heel from birth. 

Dreaming of stairways that ascend to the heavens. 

Desperately fighting for the birthright I perceive to be mine.

All this striving. 

This constant reaching.

Stories from the Bible? 

Or an actual account of my life?

Who knew working this hard to chase after wind would leave me breathless?

All those things I picked up.

All those things I added that didn't belong,

Was me reaching for you all along.

I give up.

Even my strength is not strong enough to keep me.

I relinquish. 

All of the pieces I've been holding on to.

Tightly grasping. 

Chasing after wind

I cannot keep me

But in my weakness, your strength is perfect. 

If I have to tell you this every morning when I wake up. 

I will. 

surrender. 

I give up. 

Here are the broken pieces. 

"Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing.

You guard all that is mine."

Psalm 16:5