I Am That Woman

I had a dream the other night I was driving my car and the "check door" indicator was on the dash. I was trying to open the door to re-close it and the door was stuck. So I kept driving with a warning light on and unable to do anything about it. I was reminded of times in my life where that has been my life, knowing what was wrong but having no ability to fix it. It is like the story of the woman with the hemorrhage who touched Jesus in Mark 5. She had chronic bleeding for 12 years. She was an outcast, cut off from people and from attending the temple. Doctors couldn't help her, friends couldn't help her, money couldn't help her. Books, support groups, and the church, couldn't help her. She was at the end of the line. She had no other alternatives but Jesus. She reached out to Him knowing nothing else had worked and what did she have to lose? Her faith in action, reaching out to Jesus. Just a tiny reach, maybe the last of her faith in her fingers brushing against His robe. I am that woman. For me, it was a chronic physical illness, grief of lost loved ones, struggling with difficult relationships, sins of others against me, and the long term affects of my own sin. I tried everything to take away the hurt and pain but came up empty every time. We all have something that requires healing in our lives-some things linger for years in remnants of our struggles and in the forms of bitterness and unforgiveness. Sometimes we need to get to the bottom of the barrel of ourselves and realize that all it takes is that simple reaching out to Jesus, who is the ONLY one who can heal us.