In the crowd that day there was a woman who for twelve years had been afflicted with hemorrhages. She had spent every penny she had on doctors but not one had been able to help her. She slipped in from behind and touched the edge of Jesus' robe. At that very moment her hemorrhaging stopped. Jesus said, "Who touched me?" When no one stepped forward, Peter said, "But Master, we've got crowds of people on our hands. Dozens have touched you." Jesus insisted, "Someone touched me. I felt power discharging from me." When the woman realized that she couldn't remain hidden, she knelt trembling before him. In front of all the people, she blurted out her story—why she touched him and how at that same moment she was healed. Jesus said, "Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you're healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!" - Luke 8:43-48 The Message
Likely there were others who had touched Jesus that day, brushed up against him in the crowd, but none of the others had the experience that this woman had. Her faith compelled her to reach out and touch Jesus, because she knew he could make her well.
It makes me think of my own situation, how many times have I sought Jesus, but not worked up the courage to really reach out. As Clint and I have gone through the struggles to try to get pregnant, how many times have I ran to other things rather than running to Jesus... So many "cures" I have sought for an ailment that just can't be found. Oh, I talk to Jesus about it all, but I don't think that I have ever approached Jesus about our situation the same way that this woman reached out to him. She was full of confidence, driven to reach him, KNOWING above all if she could touch Him she would be healed.
Father, Spirit, Jesus - I pray that I would have that kind of faith, the kind that would pursue you at all cost, and not just pursue you to hear if you have the answer, but pursue you because I know in my heart and soul that you ARE the answer.
Amen
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