19So Jesus got up and went with him, along with His disciples. 20Suddenly a woman who had suffered from bleeding for twelve years came up behind Him and touched the fringe of His cloak. 21She said to herself, “If only I touch His cloak, I will be healed.”
22Jesus turned and saw her. “Take courage, daughter,” He said, “your faith has healed you.” And the woman was cured from that very hour.
The irony contained in these verses thickens for me each time I think of it, read it.
In the beginning, a daughter does not die. Before the passage ends, a woman suffering experiences healing. In the middle, there's .... faith.
Day in and day out, I run into the foreign, the unrecognizable, the ulterior universe where Taylor is just gone. "How can she just be...gone..."
As I chase the 'hem of his garment" believing that my daughter is not lost - but rather sitting at the Master's feet, reveling in the glory of heaven I am confronted with the middle of the passage... faith.
The little girl is raised from her sleep, the woman is healed as a result of a deep, abiding faith.
As often as I pray that the pain would cease, I should pray that my faith would increase... until then we will chase the hem of his robe and #golighttheworld...