Luke 8:43-47 And a woman having a flow of blood twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians, and could not be healed by anyone, Came up behind Him, and touched the border of His garment: and immediately her flow of blood stopped. And Yeshua (Jesus) said, “Who touched Me? When all denied it, Peter and those that were with Him said, “Master, the multitude are crowding and pressing on You, and You say, ‘Who touched Me?'” And Yeshua (Jesus) said, “Somebody touched Me: for I perceive that power had gone out of Me.” And when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling, and fell down before Him, she declared unto Him before all the people the reason she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed.
Isn’t it interesting that of the multitudes thronging and pressing toward Yeshua (Jesus), only one really touched Him? What made Yeshua notice her among all the rest?
This woman was desperate. She had reached the end of her rope. She had probably spent all her money visiting every doctor she could find and done all she could do to help herself in the natural realm. I think she finally realized that what she truly needed was a touch from the Lord. The word “power” in this passage, in Greek, is “dunamis”. Dunamis is the word from which the word dynamite is derived. As she reached for Him, dynamite power flowed out of the Lord and radically healed and changed her!
Somehow, the world has us convinced that the solution to all our problems come from it! We tend to look to people and material things to satisfy our earthly desires instead of looking to the Lord!
Do you need a touch from the Lord today? How much are you longing for Him? Let’s abandon the ways we’ve been reaching out to the world for strength — and determine to reach out to the Lord in faith and believe!
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