18 While he was saying these things to them, behold, a ruler came in and knelt before him, saying, “My daughter has just died, but come and lay your hand on her, and she will live.” 19 And Jesus rose and followed him, with his disciples. 20 And behold, a woman who had suffered from a discharge of blood for twelve years came up behind him and touched the fringe of his garment, 21 for she said to herself, “If I only touch his garment, I will be made well.” 22 Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, “Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.” And instantly the woman was made well. – Matthew 9:18-22
I find that a lot of missionary mamas I talk to have some sort of chronic health problems. It’s really prevalent, and I could speculate for a whole post about why that is…but it’s In the Word Wednesday, not Please, Bore us with Conjecture Wednesday.
She thought she had to steal her healing. She thought she had to sneak up on it, thought she wasn’t important enough for him to stop for her. And realistically? All the men gathered around Jesus would’ve thought so, too.
She still held out hope, after twelve years. I’ve been sick for ten years, and my sinful heart cries out “How?” How did she not give up hope? How did she not lay down and die, if only inwardly? I don’t know for a fact, but I suspect her hope ebbed and flowed. I’m sure she despaired many times.
I think that fact alone should inform us about the kind of person Jesus was, the kind of God he is, even now. Put yourself in his presence, and dead things will come back to life. Hearts of stone begin to beat again. Do you need hope today? For those you minister to, for your kids, for your marriage? Or even for yourself? You don’t have to steal it; you’re not bothering Jesus. You can look full in his wonderful face and ask Him, without shame, without guilt.
And that faith will heal the broken parts of your life; maybe not in the timing you wanted or the way you wanted. But you can believe it; your faith is not for show.
Father, please show this woman your compassionate love. Let her faith heal her, too. Grow it, fertilize it, water it, nourish it. Let her feel your pleasure when she seeks your attention. Let her know that you love to give it to her, that she is no burden to You.