“A woman in the crowd had suffered for twelve years with constant bleeding, and she could find no cure. Coming up behind Jesus, she touched the fringe of his robe. Immediately, the bleeding stopped.” Luke 8:43-44 NLT
Tucked within the Gospels, in the middle of the story about Jesus healing Jairus’ daughter, is hidden a very ill, desperate woman. She had searched for answers and cures, to no avail. For twelve years she suffered an affliction that left her with no energy. It took all her strength to get out of her house, push through the crowd, and reach out at last to simply touch a piece of her last hope. Jesus.
Stories of his miraculous healing spread like wildfire through these towns. People came out in droves just to hear his words. Sick people found their way to him to be healed. Earlier in the book of Luke, we read, “Everyone tried to touch him, because healing power went out from him, and he healed everyone” (Luke 6:19 NLT, emphasis mine). Think about that for just a second. We have so many stories on the tips of our tongues about the miraculous healing power of Jesus, yet there are so many more which don’t receive mention. The disciple John tells us: “Jesus also did many other things. If they were all written down, I suppose the whole world could not contain the books that would be written” (John 21:25, NLT).
Jesus is the ultimate Physician. The One True Healer.
A few years ago, I started praying about my medical condition. For 23 years, I have battled anemia. I have endometriosis and adenomyosis. My doctors have tried numerous treatments. Some work temporarily, others don’t. God brought the story of this woman to my heart. I started praying to Jesus, “Lord, You healed her . . . heal me! Only You can!” It seemed a silly thing for me to pray. There are far worse medical conditions. Praying about a monthly thing all women experience? Silly. And yet, I found it brought me comfort and peace. I realized God does care about this. For some reason, He designed me with some faulty parts. So, I prayed.
Through a strange series of symptoms and events, God opened the door for my healing. My condition worsened, and through this my doctor recognized my body can’t take much more. I know this is God answering my prayers. Without my faith in Him as the ultimate Healer, I would have missed the blessing in the scare. I had been reaching out for Him, and I finally felt his cloak. My prayers hadn’t fallen on deaf ears. I didn’t experience the miraculous, immediate healing as the brave women hidden in Scripture, but Jesus will heal me. I know this to be true.
As women, we naturally find it difficult to ask for help with anything. Unfortunately, this translates to our spiritual lives as well. I hesitated to turn to God for so long because my request felt so minor. Can you relate? Is there an area of your life where you need Jesus’ healing but you are afraid to ask?
Jesus cares. Give it to Him. Trust He can heal you. This is where things get tricky, though. Just because He can heal us here on earth doesn’t always mean He will. Answered prayers come in many forms. They don’t always look like we hope.
God is faithful.
God is present.
God is our Healer.
I encourage you to give your afflictions to Him. Pray. Trust.
To God be the glory,
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