We wrestle. Sooner or later, we wake to find God staring us down – usually not for the last time – and we wrestle. Out of the anguish and ecstasy of life. Out of despair and desperate hope. We’re trying to do something that matters. We’re trying to make sense of our callings and our confusion; we’re looking for meaningful colors in ambiguous seasons. We wrestle God to discover what we’re made of.
This book is a moment in my own self-discovery after years of divine wrestling. It’s about some of the students I met during my time as a high school teacher. It’s about learning and listening and letting go.
It’s about what they taught me.