Are you looking for light in a dark place? Or maybe you’re looking for something to hold on to because you feel as though life is slipping straight through your clenched hands.
When I was seven years old, Hurricane Hazel ripped hard through Bucks County. Uprooted trees and power outages made me realize things don’t always stay in their place. The dark became darker to me because my dad was working the night shift when the storm hit. He wasn’t near.
We always seem to look for our Father, the storm-shelter, when we’re scared of dark places.
And worse, my mom and I had to meet the storm face-to-face and walk the dark path behind the house leading to the cellar fuse box. As strong gusts tried to separate us, I clutched the edge of her skirt. The winds were so forceful, the lantern was torn from her hand. For a moment she seemed gone as she ran after it. I remember groping blindly for her fluttering cotton skirt, because . . .
I knew she was as close as her hem.
One of the stories in scripture that speaks deep to me is of the woman who reached out to touch the hem of Jesus’ garment as He walked through the crowd. For years she sought help from physicians, but no one could help. She thought she went unnoticed among the mass of people crowding in on Jesus. In desperation she reached out to touch the robe’s holy edge. He asked who touched Him when He felt power pour out.
The unnoticed was noticed when Jesus turned to her and called her “Daughter.”
On that day, countless people brushed against Jesus, but only one truly touched Him.
Our soul gets crowded, and we become heart-sore when marriages bend . . . and finally break. When sickness comes to stay, and jobs shut, finances fail, and wandering children fall off the edge of belief . . . and we feel alone in the dark.
We can do more than brush against Jesus. The power of God is within our reach. He is waiting to speak “daughter” and wholeness over our lives. We can open our empty hands and receive hope.
He’s as close as His hem.
I dedicate this post to an unknown friend who emailed the other day and is in need of clinging to the powerful hem of Jesus – the One who leads us through dark places.
And to my other unknowns who may be feeling unnoticed, but never go unnoticed by Him.
. . . she fell down before Him, and declared in the presence of the people the reason why she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well, go in peace. Luke 8:47,48