They approach me, standing together in unity as one of them asks "Are you sure you're going to be ok, Mom?" Their eyes sad and hopeful.
The words pass through thin air from her tender voice to my ears. Softly drifting in approach. Covered with concern.
It isn't common for my girls to see their Mama in such a place of exhaustion from sickness lingering. Taking a toll. Making a nest in my lung. Infecting.
If only I could reach my hand to touch Him, I know I'd be well. Even a brush against His robe, so the power could burst forth and heal me.
She said to herself, "If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed." (Matthew 9:21)
At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?" (Mark 5:30)
Today I will search. I will stretch out my hand to touch Him.
I'll search through the crowds to find Him. Not crowds of people but household duties that congregate. The piles of laundry, the overgrown gardens, the toothpaste covered sinks and the settled dust on shelves. I'll bypass them all to find Him.
To reach out and feel His power to make me whole.
With the assurance of that grace, His grace, I can say "I'll be fine, my girls. No need to worry."
Humbled by His power and these other wonderful gifts....
21. planning birthday parties
22. encouraging talks with lovely friends
23. milk mustaches on little faces
24. fresh paint
25. concerned daughter's for their mama
26. little bursts of red in her strawberry patch
27. watching mother's hum lullabies to babies
29. His whispering of truth into my heart
30. iced coffee