It’s been a while I know. Let’s just say I’m working through some things. Perhaps I will write about them later, for now, I’m writing a valley of compost. Some of it will be seen. Some of it will be heard. Some of it will be tucked away in the folds of my heart, for my soul alone. Today, I want to give you a brief update on how my one word is going.
I had my word, intentional, before the year began. I didn’t pray about it. I didn’t really mull it over. It just came to me. I needed that kind of grace. I like the word intentional, but does it ever come with a commitment I didn’t see coming. Continue reading Sitting in the Pain→
At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?” Mark 5:30
Know what I love about this story – the woman, with a constant 12 year bleeding issue, who reached out touch the hem of Jesus’ robe? The women was bold in her faith. She took such a risk to move into the presence of Christ. She had been an outcast, one unclean. She’d been cut off from community and connection. She had been separated from family and friends, but that day she took a risk.
She would see Jesus. Touching the hem of His garment she believed, “if just touch the gem of his garment” and instant healing came. The bleeding ceased but so too did the disease of isolation. Wholeness came that very day.
Sometimes you want to move forward, but you can’t. Sometimes you want the words to spill onto the page in perfect form igniting the senses, but they don’t. Sometimes, sometimes, just…sometimes. This is one of those moments. Maybe you’ve been there too. What do we do? We just walk it out. Acknowledge that it may not be the best day, but you’re still here on the earth – alive and breathing. Nothing could be better than that, and tomorrow will be different. A new hope, a new spring, a newness will come upon you if you look for it and believe.