Like the woman with the issue of blood in the Gospels who reached out and touched the hem of Your garment, believing that in that exchange healing would flow, I bow before You, crawling through the dusty streets and crowds to reach out to You. I feel the jostle of inconsiderate passerbyes. I smell the filth clinging to the dirt and rubble. I hear the murmurs of hundreds yet unfulfilled. So many never received miracles. For so many, however, they simply asked, believed, and received. Your Promise Incarnate embodied the “Yes” and “Amen” of Heaven.
As I read of the faith and simplicity that surrounded Your healing restoration while You yet walked as a man, I don’t understand why the answer seems to be “no” or “later” to so many ascending prayers. Why do I ache with the longing of yet unactualized dreams? When will the unseen become seen?
Please fill me with perseverance today. May that perseverance produce character refined by fire. May Your Power flow out of Your dusty robes and encompass my weakening grasp. Your “Yes” and “Amen” yesterday only make me hungry for more. In expectation, I wait for You. I’ve more than questions. I’ve a Heavenly Promise. Joy will come in the morning. I cried out to You and You healed me the Psalmist records (Psalm 30). Create life in my body and in my spirit. Life bearing freedom. Life bringing truth. Life wrapped up in a baby blanket.
Colossians 1:10-12 “We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us.”