laid low

I have so far to go. I feel entirely leveled and so severely pruned back, I have little left to say. I am so unimpressive. I am so entirely impoverished that I find I despise myself in the best way. I have no arguments, I have no agendas, I have nothing but the grace of God that is keeping me alive. I am entirely and eternally indebted to my Creator. My knowledge of Him is but a grain of sand in the ocean. The deepest depths of me are as but shallow waters compared to who He really is. I came at God as Jacob, with a wrestle in my spirit, to know Him, to know His ways, to lay hold of His blessing. I have concluded the struggle with a limp that I pray will stay with me the entirety of my walk. My questions end with His questioning of me, to which I reply as Job, “I am unworthy—how can I reply to you?”