Someone shared a quote with me that I won’t get exactly right but here goes: “Wrestling with God reveals just how close He is to us.”

I am a wrestler. I’ve been a wrestler since I was a small child. It wasn’t just the  fighting back with fists and kicks when someone attempted to tickle me.

It was the perpetual “why” that formed in my soul before I had breath. And looking back at what I’ve penned over the past decade proves I still wrestle with wondering “why.”

I wrestle with me and I haven’t stopped yet.

I wrestle because there are so many things that press heavily, embossing my flesh like a tattoo that can’t be hidden regardless of the clothing that’s worn.

Now, before you become quick to judge or to send long-winded explanations full of quotes and science and scripture—please know I’m not looking for answers. In…