I feel like I'm looking at this wreck of a collision inviting God to do something. Isn't that a little ironic? Hey God, can I tempt you to do something here?

It is this point of contention in which I say "God, if you aren't going to do anything, then neither will I. Because, quite frankly, I'm just too discouraged and too weary."

I wonder how annoying that sounds to him, and also how childish. 

So yes. I've got this angel pinned to the ground, and I'm limping because of my hip, but I won't let go until I'm blessed. 

But here is the supreme irony: when Jacob says "I will not let you go until you bless me," he was, well, holding on to God.