I am grateful for the biblical account of the hemorrhaging
woman who reached through the crowd to touch the edge of Jesus’ robe. This ungraspable God whom she
went for, even though the news hadn’t been good elsewhere, her money was spent,
and so was her body. But something
in her spirit wasn’t ready to give up.
Maybe it had waffled in hopelessness over the last twelve years, but something
flickered alive again as news came that He was nearing the town. She’d go take a look. And when she did, somewhere inside her that bit of
hope flamed up into courage and she’d pressed in. She’d reach for Him.
And oh, dear Lord, she’d touched God.
Whatever your limitations and need are today, He is the God
who comes near. Keep
reaching.
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