Focus on not Dying: Women in the Word

Focus on not Dying: Women in the Word

I’m a pretty patient person.
Really I am. But there comes a time that I meet my threshold of what I can endure.
My children for example, *may* push me past this threshold at times.
Today’s Woman in the Word is someone who gets an, as my dad would say, an “A+, gold star, blue ribbon” for keeping her patience in check and her eyes on Jesus.
The woman with an issue of blood.
The Bible doesn’t specifically state what her issue is. But, TWELVE YEARS of ANY issue with my blood is oh, about 11.5 years TOO LONG.
Some translations call her the “hemorrhaging woman.”
I’m no doctor, but I’m thinking that hemorrhaging of anything doesn’t sound like an ideal day.
She endured over FOUR THOUSAND DAYS of blood loss.
And I complain about a 3 day menstrual cycle. Sheesh.
I can’t imagine how her body felt physically for having to deal with losing blood every single day for that long. Scripture says that she spent her livelihood seeing physician after physician trying to get fixed. Nothing.
I can’t imagine her emotional state and how weary she was. I know when I have a cold or sinus infection, I can be less than grace-filled to myself and to those around me.
I can’t imagine how broken her heart was. Something that was completely out of her control, this blood burden, made her unclean in her culture. No one could hug her, touch her, her husband (if she had one) couldn’t sleep with her. No parties, no walks with friends, complete isolation. That alone would be a death sentence to me.
She’d lost so much.
Yet she didn’t lose faith in the only one who she KNEW could heal her.
Her laser focus was on Christ.
When she heard of his arrival in her town, she sought Him out.
She threw isolation, fear, doubt, societal and cultural norms into the wind and went after her Jesus.
I love this so much….
She pressed through the enormous crowd. Like, we are talking Black Friday at Walmart when Tickle Me Elmo came out.
Ain’t no body getting through…
When she touched the very tip end of his robe, the hem on his bottom backside, she was instantly dried up.
He immediately stopped and asked Peter, “Who touched me.”
Peter’s thinking, “Well…errbody.”
Jesus lovingly corrects him and says, “No, I felt power go out of me. Someone touched me.”
Shew. Y’all. Could you imagine?
Everything at that moment for Jesus was secondary. His to-do list just hit the pause button and now HIS focus was on this woman.
She’d been had.
In front of all these people.
And Jesus Christ.
There was no where to look but up into the face of the Healer himself.
He not only healed her of her issue of blood, but He healed her of all the guilt, and shame, and hurt that she had carried around for 4,380 days.
What have you been carrying around for just as long?
Jesus has a thing with blood, ya know.
It’s kinda His thing…
Her faith was the catalyst of her healing.
And your faith can be the catalyst of yours.
His Blood has already made a way.
If you’ll let Him.


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer, and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ, walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God… just living the dream.

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