“Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” There it is, staring at me in beautiful red letters, square in the middle of the page. It’s practically all I can see.
I had no idea what the sermon was going to be about when my husband and I hauled in three kids and all my baggage Sunday. We always have a bit of an idea, but I didn’t know we would be dealing with my girl: the woman with the issue of blood. I came in as a bit of a mess on Sunday. I’m dealing with some personal things, and I have been discouraged of late. Nothing seems to be working.
I don’t know why I’ve always liked her so much. Maybe I identify with that need. If I can just get a little closer, I’ll be better. I feel like I’ve tried everything. God decided to tell me, sitting at the back of the sanctuary like a good recovering Baptist, that I have not, in fact, tried EVERYTHING. Now the things I’m faced with do involve medicine, and I am no way saying that I think God wants me to ignore all medical knowledge and rely solely on faith. I have faith that God gives doctors knowledge. But I haven’t turned loose of any of this and given it to Him. I’m the opposite of this poor, bleeding woman. She has her life more together than I do!
Maybe I’m wrong, but I think we can all identify with her. Aren’t we all hemorrhaging in some way? There is something in most of our lives that makes us feel unclean, unworthy. I don’t know about you, but my brain knows this isn’t true. It’s just that I FEEL like it is sometimes. She was told by society that she was unclean, yet she took a step in faith because being healed was worth it. My anxiety spikes just thinking of how scary that must have been for her. Why am I not that bold? I know it’s worth it.
There is freedom available. Freedom from whatever the hemorrhaging in your life is. And a bold step is needed, but it’s right there. Today I pray for boldness, both for myself and all of you, my sweet sisters.