In the crowd that day there was a woman who for twelve years had been afflicted with hemorrhages. She had spent every penny she had on doctors but not one had been able to help her. She slipped in from behind and touched the edge of Jesus’ robe. At that very moment her hemorrhaging stopped. Jesus said, “Who touched me?”
When no one stepped forward, Peter said, “But Master, we’ve got crowds of people on our hands. Dozens have touched you.” Jesus insisted, “Someone touched me. I felt power discharging from me.”
When the woman realized that she couldn’t remain hidden, she knelt trembling before him. In front of all the people, she blurted out her story—why she touched him and how at that same moment she was healed. Jesus said, “Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!” Luke 8:43-48 (MSG)
This woman was declared unclean and was shunned as an outsider. Not only was she labeled unclean but everything she touched was also declared unclean.
There is an interconnection with this woman’s 12 year bleeding and the emotionally and spiritually broken. Many of us have been bleeding on the inside for years or perhaps a lifetime.
Countless souls are like broken like shards of glass. Exposed and sharp. Bleeding from the innermost places of who we are. Abandoned by your spouse, loss of a loved one, verbal or physical abuse, shame from past sexual relationships, broken identity, troubled marriages or lack of intimacy, addiction and rejection. The list is endless.
She had hit rock bottom and had exhausted every resource of possible healing.
Guided by the Holy Spirit, her actions spoke in an authentic voice. She was moved towards the only one strong enough to heal her. Her body was her voice of prayer. No need for words anymore. Her faith became action and she touched him.
This paints a picture for us that words cannot articulate. Sometimes we are so hurt and broken that we have exhausted every word. With the very last drop of strength, we reach for the only one that entirely understands us. Offering unlimited healing without judgment.
In that very juncture, she was made whole.
Leading up to the most amazing point in her story. She could not remain hidden. Her story was uncovered as a light beaming with testimony.
This is my story. He has called me out of hiding. Calling me to speak for the unspoken. To share my story of redemption. No longer enslaved by shame and guilt. Free and forgiven. Restoration of all that was lost.
My life in a glimpse was one of failed relationships. Abandoned by men. Depleted of innocence. No sense of belonging. My trust was pivoted away from men. Feeling dirty and used.
Out of fear, I ran to women. In hopes, for a vast void to be filled. Grasping for physical affection and comfort. I was starving for love and belonging.
My becoming was only left with utter emptiness. I felt further distant from the security of love and belonging.
The shame was crippling. I was drowning in the blood of my sin. I couldn’t breathe. Gasping for one more breath, I cried out to the very one that I rejected. The one whose heart I broke. Feeling like the parodical son, in my asking for him to come live in my heart again.
This is my coming out of hiding. We overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. This redemption is too real for me to hide. This Hope is too good not to share.
My beauty from ashes, radiates restored purity and innocence. Forgiveness of my darkest of sins. Freedom from the ugly of my shame and guilt. Healing from the consequences of my sin.
Let the redeemed of the LORD tell their story– those he redeemed from the hand of the foe,
Rising and shining,
Speak for the Unspoken