"We can spend our whole lives fishing only to discover in the end it wasn't the fish we were after." -Thoreau
I was trying to connect a post from The Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Friday the other day, on the word "Real," with the sense words I've been writing about, and it just didn't seem to click for me. I desperately wanted people to get where I was coming from with this, as I sat down to write about the word Touch. I wrote about the miracles of Jesus, like the woman who had been bleeding and how his power and just coming near to Him and touching Him and her faith in that had healed her.
I wanted to write more about my own experiences of Christ drawing me to Him and learning to trust God, especially in places of healing and whatever that would look like in my life. I have done this in times before but this time, I didn't get very far because in walked The Critic.
Does that ever happen to you?
I honestly feel like I've gotten even more of a taste of God's grace and continued healing even in just an understanding of how He asks me to step out from places that seem scary to me, and trust Him in the process.
"Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any, came from behind and touched the border of His garment. And immediately her flow of blood stopped. And Jesus said, “Who touched Me?"
But Jesus said, “Somebody touched Me, for I perceived power going out from Me.” Now when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling; and falling down before Him, she declared to Him in the presence of all the people the reason she had touched Him and how she was healed immediately. And He said to her, “Daughter, be of good cheer; your faith has made you well. Go in peace.” Luke 8:40-48