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Wednesday, December 7, 2016

You Touched Me



Earlier I almost touched your garment. You were as close as my next breath. Then suddenly the moment was gone. Why did I retreat? Lord, I need the closeness of your presence—that moment when you claim all of me. I have seen your glory in the sanctuary. I have known it in suffering and joy, and I know that is through pain that I discover your strength to stand strong. But in this moment I need you to heal me. I realize pain can spur greater spiritual growth, but this pain has overwhelmed me. I need to sense that miraculous moment when you lift if from me. My soul stretches beyond my brokenness to reach for you. Finding the life-line of your garment I hold on tightly. And in that one act of faith your life becomes my life. Flowing— healing—redeeming—your glory is within me. You are within me—praying my need. Pain which has consumed my heart—my life—is no more! Pain, which had only promised death, has yielded to your life! I am free! No words can share the wonder of this gift. I touched the hem of your garment, and you touched me.

Matthew 9:19-21                                       

Copyright 2016 Lynn Hampton Lacher

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