Just then a woman who had
been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the
edge of his cloak. She said to herself, “If I only touch his cloak, I will be
healed.”
—Matthew 9:20–21 (NIV)
—Matthew 9:20–21 (NIV)
Earlier, I almost touched
your garment. You were as close as my next breath. 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.
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 lifeline
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. The pain that 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.
Form Me, Fire Me, Fill Me
©
2017 Lynn Lacher
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