Birthing my passion from my pain

**Updated at bottom right before prayer**

Lord, Sometimes......You allow me to Learn hard Things, so I can be a gentle Teacher. (Author Unknown)

This sentence grabbed me from a poem I received this week. This is only one sentence of many from the poem, but it was the push I needed to further testify of what God has done for me.



I am the woman at the well. (John 4) I am the woman that was brought to Jesus who had committed adultery. (John 8) But more importantly......I AM THE WOMAN WHO CAME TO TOUCH THE CLOAK OF MY SAVIOR!



Please, take the moments needed to read from Mark 5:25-34.

A large crowd followed and pressed around him. 25And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. 26She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. 27When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 28because she thought, "If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed." 29Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering.
30At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?"
31"You see the people crowding against you," his disciples answered, "and yet you can ask, 'Who touched me?' "
32But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. 33Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. 34He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering."




My bleeding was not actual blood, it was pain of many years. Pain I inflicted and pain received, all painful. My bleeding was many poor choices, trying to fill the VOID that only Jesus can fill. Did you know that He created a hole in your heart that only He can fill? I'm not sure that is scriptural, but none the less, I believe it with all of my heart. I stuffed and stuffed that hole with S-I-N until I no longer could step a moment longer in the "stuff" that was truly suffocating me.




What did I do? I touched the hem of the garment of the only One who could heal ME. I love how she came forward, fearful and trembling, but so obedient to the voice of God. "Who touched me?" The most exciting thing happens in verse 34: "Daughter...." She became part of the family, she had no name and He gives her the name, Daughter. Jesus welcomes her, allows the healing to take place and sends her off in peace! THAT IS MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




And from that ONE TOUCH, after all that pain for 34 years....Jesus called me Daughter. From my pain, He has birthed a passion in me to help other hurting women to come to His cloak for that ONE TOUCH. I don't know what keeps others from doing so: perhaps fear, control, manipulation, self-worth, thinking they have way out sinned the cross...I simply don't know.




But this I do know....."Ah, Sovereign LORD, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you." (Jeremiah 32:17)



God has truly taken something meant for evil and turned it for good. (Genesis 50:20). This is my mantra, through Higher Grounds, through others allowing me to show them the HIGHER GROUND to be on that "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives."



Lessons are down right hard, dirty, zapping of energy and time....but if you will stay the course with God, face those demons by saying YES TO GOD, walking towards instead of from....you too, will receive your healing. Girlfriends, take that step, and touch the hem of His garment!

**I have a little buddy, his name is Andrew, and this morning on the way to work, I was thinking about how he and I are going to spend some time in heaven w/one another. He accepted Christ and was baptized this past weekend. He is 8 and charming! My mind instantly went to Lord, I want to see you first and then I'm heading straight for my Sister at the well and "Daughter" as they both gave me hope. I wonder, who else will be visiting with them, loving on them and thanking them?**



Father, I am so thankful for the healing You have provided for me and for many of my Sisters and Brothers. I am forever grateful for Your love, grace, mercy and forgiveness. Thank You for wiping my slate clean, drying up the blood, and birthing my passion from the pain. For allowing me to learn the hard things so I could be a gentle teacher. May YOU always, ALWAYS, get the glory and honor. In Jesus' Name. Amen.