Reading His Word this morning I found myself on a road in a crowd of jostling people…
if only I could touch the hem of his cloak
I felt the desperate urgency of a timid hand reaching, knees bent low, face turned up watching…
I know I will be healed…
Who touched my cloak?
Sarcasm from the men…You see the crowds pushing and ask Who touched you?
I did. I was on that dusty, crowd filled road. I felt her relief.
Can you imagine? The shame? The harm suffered at the hands of many physicians who didn’t have a clue why or what to do? The financial drain? The physical drain?Her desperate need was her motivation to reach out and touch, not be a bother,
just the hem of His garment would be enough
Relief. Immediate relief.
It’s the same today.
Just a touch of His Presence brings peace. comfort. healing.
Wounds that have bled inside hidden from the world for more than her 12 years
Heart wounds inflicted intentionally
Soul wounds at the hands of others
Whatever your need…
reach out and touch Him.
The Kingdom of God is at hand…