Yesterday morning I read about a gal who was desperate enough…(Luke 8:43-48) and all I could say was, “WOW.”
For twelve years, she bled. She tried to get her healing through doctors. She low crawled her weak, most likely anemic body through a crowd with the hope…to touch Jesus.
Am I desperate enough?
This was the question that my private time fixated on. I journaled through my thoughts and emotions which only brought up more questions. As I prayed and examined more the Holy Spirit provided such comfort.
The woman came to Jesus weak and sick, but left strong and healed.
And how…why? In verse 48 I found the answer.
Jesus said, “Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!”
At the point where she no longer trusted herself, but trusted Jesus…that was the point where she received her healing. INCREDIBLE! I’ve wrestled with the whole am I really risking, when I “risk trusting Jesus”? My answer today is, “yes” because I’m dying to self (me) to live a slice more for Him.
Are you desperate enough to live well and live blessed today?
