“Who touched me?”

I was asked for advise from a love one for a relative that had a issue of blood for a long time. The Lord brought me to  Luke 8:43-45...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?”It was his delight that, Jesus' power had gone out of him, and he welcome  it. This women had came to the end of herself, she didn't care about how it looked any more she knew it was Jesus or bust, her faith saved her, Luke 8:48. She declared before all the people for why she had touched Jesus.. because she believed that a touch would cure her, and it did. 

 My advise was to this young women was...you have to wake up one morning and decide that you don't want to feel this way any more. When you do all that you can in your own power, the power to decide to change is just reaching out for that touch..we come up with all those excuses, but at the end of the day they are just that..excuse. The touch of Jesus gives us the choice of life not death. Some of our diseases are permanent, they may even get worst. However, there is the possibility for a cure! It may seem that it won't be in our lifetime, but the awesome thing about life is that we never know what's next. 

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The Good News said…
This week was the worst for me...I felt the pain of the woman who for twelve years had been afflicted with hemorrhaging. She had spent every penny she had on doctors but not one had been able to help her.Can you see how isolated she must felt being disease.Mentally she must have been attacked so bad to give up on herself. Everyday dealing with chronic pain.Today someone saw my pain, and instead of avoiding it she spoke a word from the Lord.Tears came pour down, because like the women with the issue with blood,I felt JESUS.This women had came to the end of herself, she didn't care she believed that a touch would cure her, and it did...same with me!
February 15, 2019 at 4:34 PM
The Good News said…
I have begun to sense as well that in the abundance of God’s goodness to me, I am prone to lose touch with the reality of how much I need Him. I know I need Him—my problem is that I find it easy to lose touch with the reality and ramifications of that knowledge. Early on in my life, my sense of need was apparent. I earned less than needed to meet my family’s expenses. Without God’s gracious, over-and-above financial provision, my family would not have made it. We needed Him. My insecurities also kept me very much aware of how much I needed Him. When we forget that we need Him, we miss the pleasure and wonder of needing Him and being in touch with His presence and power that alone can satisfy, sustain, and secure us as an ongoing experience of life. While my life has not been without God in some ways, it has been a life that has yet to cultivate the kind of adoring dependency that is required to experience Him most fully and to be most powerfully used of Him. It’s not that I haven’t felt His touch. I have—in some very special ways. In fact, those periodic brushes with His wonderful reality are part of what drives me to live in the constancy of His touch. And it’s not that I haven’t loved Him. I do. It’s that I stand ready and wanting to know Him in a more personal and intimate way. I am hearing the longing of my soul for more of Him. I want to go deeper with God.

She was looking for more then a superficial healing a spiritual healing also..That's why Jesus search her out..“Who touched me?” Jesus asked. ....come more then just a physical healing..it's not enough just to come to Church and feel good..I want something deeper...Luke 8:43-45...
March 4, 2019 at 2:50 PM
The Good News said…
When I wake up every morning in pain, and can't bare to continue... I go to Matthew 27:27-31. Jesus endured a kind of pain and suffering on the cross we can't begin to fathom. No depiction of what He endured can truly do justice to His experience. And as Easter comes upon us we forget the details of Christ suffering... to place ourselves on that cross, just to feel His pain. And that's the same with friends and love ones around us, we can't expect them to understand our invisible illness, only the one who bared it all on the cross can understand our pain.So when I wake up every morning, I know Jesus carries me every step of the way, then I can go on...
March 4, 2019 at 2:53 PM
The Good News said…
” He touched her hand and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on him.” -Matt. 8:15. The Lord brought me to this scripture, because I had a dear friend recently visit me to check on my condition. During my visit, there was a lot of laughing and remembering of old times. But I was feeling so much pain underneath the surface. Through my friend's eyes..I can see the sadness of seeing me in this kind of pain. I wanted my friend to just hold my hands, but I saw the discomfort...It was Peter’s mother-in law, who was ill of a fever, that Jesus touch her hand. He touched her hand; not to know the disease, as the physicians would do, by the pulse, but to heal it. This was his kindness and tenderness; he is himself touched with the feeling of our infirmities-Hebrews 4:15.
September 2, 2019 at 12:46 PM
The Good News said…
I read Isaiah 53 everyday and when I come to verse 4..” he is himself touched with the feeling of our infirmities”, with Jesus healings there was some kind of touch from him.I have begun to sense as well that in the abundance of God’s goodness to me, I am prone to lose touch with the reality of how much I need Him. I know I need Him—my problem is that I find it easy to lose touch with the reality and ramifications of that knowledge. Early on in my life, my sense of need was apparent. I earned less than needed to meet my family’s expenses. Without God’s gracious, over-and-above financial provision, my family would not have made it. We needed Him. My insecurities also kept me very much aware of how much I needed Him. When we forget that we need Him, we miss the pleasure and wonder of needing Him and being in touch with His presence and power that alone can satisfy, sustain, and secure us as an ongoing experience of life. While my life has not been without God in some ways, it has been a life that has yet to cultivate the kind of adoring dependency that is required to experience Him most fully and to be most powerfully used of Him. It’s not that I haven’t felt His touch. I have—in some very special ways. In fact, those periodic brushes with His wonderful reality are part of what drives me to live in the constancy of His touch. And it’s not that I haven’t loved Him. I do. It’s that I stand ready and wanting to know Him in a more personal and intimate way. I am hearing the longing of my soul for more of Him. I want to go deeper with God.
September 2, 2019 at 12:51 PM
The Good News said…
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. Luke 5:13... Jesus reached out to someone who probably hadn’t been touched by anyone for years, and healed him...Father in heaven, please help us to see ourselves and one another in that desperate man, and in the merciful eyes of Your Son who reached out and touched him. Amen!
September 2, 2019 at 1:17 PM
The Good News said…
I read Isaiah 53 everyday and when I come to verse 4..” he is himself touched with the feeling of our infirmities”, with Jesus healings there was some kind of touch from him.I have begun to sense as well that in the abundance of God’s goodness to me, I am prone to lose touch with the reality of how much I need Him. I know I need Him—my problem is that I find it easy to lose touch with the reality and ramifications of that knowledge. Early on in my life, my sense of need was apparent. I earned less than needed to meet my family’s expenses. Without God’s gracious, over-and-above financial provision, my family would not have made it. We needed Him. My insecurities also kept me very much aware of how much I needed Him. When we forget that we need Him, we miss the pleasure and wonder of needing Him and being in touch with His presence and power that alone can satisfy, sustain, and secure us as an ongoing experience of life. While my life has not been without God in some ways, it has been a life that has yet to cultivate the kind of adoring dependency that is required to experience Him most fully and to be most powerfully used of Him. It’s not that I haven’t felt His touch. I have—in some very special ways. In fact, those periodic brushes with His wonderful reality are part of what drives me to live in the constancy of His touch. And it’s not that I haven’t loved Him. I do. It’s that I stand ready and wanting to know Him in a more personal and intimate way. I am hearing the longing of my soul for more of Him. I want to go deeper with God.
September 2, 2020 at 3:24 PM
The Good News said…
” He touched her hand and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on him.” -Matt. 8:15. The Lord brought me to this scripture, because I had a dear friend recently visit me to check on my condition. During my visit, there was a lot of laughing and remembering of old times. But I was feeling so much pain underneath the surface. Through my friend's eyes..I can see the sadness of seeing me in this kind of pain. I wanted my friend to just hold my hands, but I saw the discomfort...It was Peter’s mother-in law, who was ill of a fever, that Jesus touch her hand. He touched her hand; not to know the disease, as the physicians would do, by the pulse, but to heal it. This was his kindness and tenderness; he is himself touched with the feeling of our infirmities-Hebrews 4:15.
September 2, 2020 at 3:29 PM
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