Brokenness. The scattered pieces of our life. There is this desire for healing; a desire to be made whole. We work to put things together, to pick up the pieces, yet it never seems to be just right. Then we hear about Jesus healing people, making them whole.
“And there came a man named Jairus, and he was an official of the synagogue; and he fell at Jesus’ feet, and began to implore Him to come to his house; for he had an only daughter, about twelve years old, and she was dying (Luke 8:41, NASB).”
Our body ages. We become ill. Loved ones on the verge of death. We fall at Jesus’ feet, praying for him to come; praying for him to make them well; praying for wholeness. In our sorrow and grief, in the press of our crowded thoughts, we long to touch Jesus.
“When the woman saw that she had not escaped notice, she came trembling and fell down before Him, and declared in the presence of all the people the reason why she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed. And He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace (Luke 8:47-48).”
“Your Faith has made you well.” The words echo in my mind. I fall at your feet dear Jesus. I plead with you, sharing the deep desires of my heart. Healing. I extend my hand, my finger toward you. Just a touch of the fringe of your cloak is all I need. Only you can bring wholeness; only you can piece together the brokenness.
© 2021 CGThelen
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He always does, in his time, in his way
(I like the picture. For a lot of us “brokenness” looks more like a pile of used tissues than broken pottery.)
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