Who Touched Me? Part 1

“There was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was not better but rather grew worse,” Mark 5:25-26.  Her bed was her home.  She lay still.  The sound of childish laughter and song filtered in through the grated window next to her bed with the cool evening breezes.  A sharp pain twisted her gut and her every muscle tensed until the sensation passed.  “How long?” she whispered, “How long?”  She relaxed into a sigh of resignation.  From somewhere in the neighborhood, the echoes of a Davidic Psalm were offered to a distant God, “May the Lord answer you. ….the name of the God of Jacob protect you. ….help from. …support from Zion. …may he remember. ….and regard with favor. ….Selah. …may he grant you your heart’s desire….”  The words wove through her senses.  “My God, my God,” she uncovered the anguish of her soul, “why have you forsaken me?  Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?  O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest.”  Her head slumped backward into the well-worn pillows.  And she prayed again for deliverance.  Deliverance from sickness and pain as well as deliverance from anger and fear.  From her inner storehouse of faith, she recovered the copy of truths that she held to in times of emotional unrest.  And she silenced the atmosphere of thoughts that suggested that God would never travel in her direction.  That His salvation would never come her way.  

…“Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease,” Mark 5:34.  “Daughter”. …I claim you as mine.  “Your faith has made you well”. …Your persistence of belief that I was always working to save you is what made you available to be saved.  “Go in peace”. …Go your way in the Spirit of wholeness, security, favor, prosperity and all of My goodness.  “And be healed of your disease”. …Always, everyday, continually remain free of this physical disease….  

She was not in the right place at the right time by accident.  She had heard the voices outside her window speaking of His arrival on the beach.  Many things had been said about Jesus throughout the past few months.  Some said He was a prophet.  She knew that He was a rabbi.  Rumor had also spread that He claimed to be the direct heir of David’s eternal throne.  The Son of God!  Maybe He was and maybe He wasn’t, but she did know that He had come to heal and bring liberty to the Hebrew people.  She knew that He was a deliverer.  And she had been waiting for such a person to come her way.  So, in her weakness and physical pain, she determined to ask Him to heal her too….  

To be continued….