So Jacob was left alone. Then a man wrestled with him until daybreak.
[Gen 32:24 NET]
We are all having our Jabboks continually. We are coming face to face with wrestlers in the darkness. We go away from our wrestling, too, many a time, carrying the marks of wounding; and yet in the experience, we have gotten blessing.
That touch on the hollow of Jacob’s thigh–was the touch that withered the old boasted strength. You say Jacob was victorious. Yes; but when? Not while he wrestled–but after his thigh was out of joint and he could wrestle no more. He clasped his sinewy arms about the neck of his antagonist, and clung, saying, “I will not let you go–unless you bless me.” That was the way he prevailed; not in the old way of cunning–but by having the old man crippled, defeated, and then by the new way of trust and clinging.