Wednesday Word 7.04.2018
Mark 5: 21, 24-34 (NIV)
21 When Jesus had again crossed over by boat to the other side of the lake, a large crowd gathered around him while he was by the lake… 25 And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. 26 She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. 27 When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 28 because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” 29 Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. 30 At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?” 31 “You see the people crowding against you,” his disciples answered, “and yet you can ask, ‘Who touched me?’ ” 32 But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. 33 Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. 34 He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
Illness can bring with it isolation and desperation. I marvel at the faith of this woman. She had tried everything. The only hope she had left was in a power beyond all the doctors and cures she had tried. “If I just touch his clothes…” I can almost imagine how she felt.
There was a time when the doctors had no answers and the pain consistently broke through before another dose could be safely administered. When alone and fear would creep in, I would say the beginning of the 23rd Psalm over and over to try and calm myself. But in those minutes that seemed like hours while I waited for the nurse to come with another injection, all I could say was, “Jesus.” Over and over. “Jesus.” I cannot describe what the difference was. I cannot tell you how it got me through. But it did. What was supposed to take years to heal took only months. My life was forever changed. I had experienced God’s love firsthand.
It isn’t always dramatic. It isn’t always life and death situations. Even in our everyday situations, I am here to testify. All you have to do is ask. All you have to do is believe. It may not be instantaneous. The pain may not go away. But Jesus will make a difference. You will know you are loved…something to pray about.
Your sister in Christ, Vicki