I awoke to another blustery morning. As I got up and moving, I could hear the house shivering from the cold. I sought out a warm patch of sunshine atop a small, soft rug. As I settled in with my devotional books, my Bible and my journal I let the sun soak over me and warm my cold bones. That’s when I noticed it – the power of the sun. I checked the weather to make sure the temperatures didn’t suddenly spike. It was 11 degrees below zero with a wind chill of thirty-one below zero. No sudden heat wave. I looked closer to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. What I saw sunk deep into my heart. The patio doors were covered in ice, yet there were drips…long, fresh drips. The power of the sun shining on the glass doors was too great for the cold, too great for the wind. The sun was melting the ice.
Before you think me a silly girl with a frozen brain, let me explain. It was in that moment I was given a visible picture of the power of God – the power of the Son. I was reminded once again that no matter how desperate our circumstances, the power of the Son can overcome – will overcome. No sickness, no hurt, no broken relationship, no physical or emotional pain is too great. The power of the Son of God is greater and His love is true.
All of a sudden, it happened. Instantaneously – miraculously – she was healed. The bleeding that had been her constant companion for the past twelve years stopped. She could feel it. She knew! Oh, Jesus, Son of God, the power you possess. And then, Jesus said those words. He asked who touched Him. All eyes began to look around. The heat must have crept up her neck and face until the redness would give her away. But wait; what was Peter saying? She might just be able to sneak away unnoticed. Oh, Jesus, why are You insisting that someone touched You?! Could You really feel power leaving Your body and healing mine?
The women knew she would be found out. There was nowhere to hide. The crowds were too thick. She fell on her face before Jesus – perhaps in worship of Him, or perhaps to hide her shame. Before she knew it, she was telling Jesus her story. She couldn’t keep quiet any longer. She blurted it all out, and told Him that she had been healed. Was she sobbing? Were tears streaming down her face into the dirty, dusty ground?
Would Jesus be angry with her? Would He be annoyed that she interrupted Him? No, Jesus is full of compassion, love, and mercy. He speaks to her. He says, “Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well; live blessed!”
Her desperate courage was rewarded. She was not just healed, she was whole. Her faith in this Jesus – her faith in the power of the Son – made her well and whole. Her body wasn’t just rescued that day, more importantly, her spirit was rescued. She was made whole in mind, body, and spirit. She was now a daughter of the Son of God. Her life would never be the same.
Has your life been changed by Jesus? Do you know Him? Do you know the Son? Do you believe in His great power and might? I want to be very clear here. I don’t think any of us can be healed without faith; however, there are many of us with great faith who will never be healed physically this side of heaven. The good news is that we were not made for this world. Our earthly bodies will fade away and one day we will receive glorious new bodies. What a day that will be!
In the meantime, as we walk out the days God has given us here on earth, let’s have a desperate and courageous faith as we place our hope in the Son of God. He is all we have. He is our first and our last resort. He may not choose to heal our bodies right now, but He can heal our hearts. Let the power of the Son of God melt away any icy areas in your life. Blurt out your story to Jesus and let Him heal you in His perfect way. His power is great and His love is true.
“When the woman realized that she couldn’t remain hidden, she knelt trembling before Him. In front of all the people, she blurted out her story—why she touched Him and how at that same moment she was healed.” –Luke 8:47
(c) January 31, 2014