- Published: Friday, 13 July 2018 06:03
- Written by Bethany Looyenga
She slipped in from behind and touched His robe. She was thinking to herself, "If I can put my finger on his robe, I will get well." The moment she did it, the flow of blood dried up. She could feel the change and knew her plague was over and done with.
The story of the woman that bled for twelve years, then reached out and touched Jesus is the story so many of us have. I know I do. I have felt like I'm literally bleeding to death, emotionally, physically, and spiritually, just like this woman who I imagine felt like she was ready to give up due to the constant flow of blood she dealt with. She was oozing with pain. In her culture, because of her condition, she was a reject. She was a desperate woman in need of a miracle.
I've been thinking about this story a lot this week. And, I want to ask you this: Where are you reaching? Everyone has something, and everyone needs to reach for help, where is your reach aiming? I've reached lots of places, all of them futile until I reached for Jesus. He fills the empty spaces, He heals the wounded and the bruised hearts, he gives the strength that is needed to walk the journey of life. In my desperation, He reached back.
Today, don't be afraid to reach out, and notice the change.