Desperate Faith

Her pain was great.
Her misery engulfed her and had for twelve years.
She had exhausted every avenue of medical knowledge,
Spent her life's earnings.
She had an issue--an issue of life-taking blood.

His presence was great.
It engulfed and enveloped everyone around.
He had used but not exhausted the vast knowledge of His Father.
He was soon to have an issue--an issue of life-giving blood.

In the meantime He went about doing good--
healing those who were hurting,
comforting those who were mourning--
Feeding those who were hungry.

In her meantime, she went about searching
For the one she had heard so much about--

She heard that He had set free a demon-possessed man,
And the winds and waters of nature obeyed Him,
yes, that's what she had heard--

Even heard that He had raised up a paralyzed man,
And cleansed a leper's spots.

She believed the stories she had heard about Him.
She knew her faith came from God.

Her faith was a desperate faith--


In Jewish culture she was considered unclean.
An outcast--society's outcast.

But she knew the moment she could reach out and touch Him,
She would be healed.

He knew the moment she had reached out and touched Him.
He felt power flow from Him to her.

With so many of the multitudes touching Him,
Why did He suddenly notice when she touched Him?

Could it have been because her faith was stronger,
more desperate?

A certain woman who He now called "Daughter"--

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We all have issues.  
What's your issue today? 

Is your issue so important that it causes you to have a desperate faith?
 
Whatever it is, I pray that your faith matches that of this woman.
I pray that you search for Him and find Him,
that you reach out to Him
and are healed.



from Mark 5 
21 When Jesus had again crossed over by boat to the other side of the lake, a large crowd gathered around him while he was by the lake. 
22 Then one of the synagogue leaders, named Jairus, came, and when he saw Jesus, he fell at his feet. 
23 He pleaded earnestly with him, “My little daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so that she will be healed and live.” 
24 So Jesus went with him.
A large crowd followed and pressed around him. 
25 And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. 
26 She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. 
27 When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 
28 because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” 
29 Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. 
30 At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?” 
31 “You see the people crowding against you,” his disciples answered, “and yet you can ask,‘Who touched me?’ ” 
32 But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. 
33 Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. 
34 He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”


© all photographs and text property of Elizabeth Dianne unless otherwise noted

the woman--oil on canvas-enhanced in Photoshop








Comments

Sandy said…
I love this, Dianne. This has been such a favorite story of mine for so long and you have captured it in the face of this woman. I don't have to tell you that my faith is as desperate as hers. You know. I pray it leads to healing for my son.
Love you~
Precious Sandy,
I can't say that I didn't think of you when I was writing this. Hold on, dear sister, hold on.

I love you.
Rosario said…
Dianne, love your art and how you retell the story of the woman who was healed of a blood disorder. There certain illnesses we just grow used to having, but when Jesus the healer is near, you just have to take a leap of faith and believe that he is able to heal us. My brother has Cystic Fibrosis. We have prayed over 20 years for a miracle. Hoping a cure would be found or that my brother in some way receive healing. We will never give up. We keep believing, we keep trusting God, for his plans are better.
Adoption Mama said…
My faith is so weak today. But He is the great Healer. Praise His name.
Dianna said…
Dearest Dianne,
At last I have found you once again! I was just thinking about you last evening as I was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes. It is so good to find you once again. My blog name has changed...

I've enjoyed being here and viewing your blog. Your art depicting the woman with an issue of the blood is absolutely captivating. And what precious faith she had...she only needed to touch the hem of his garment ...and just as captivating is how even though it was only the hem of His garment He still felt it and His power went to her and healed her. Your art certainly shows the depth of what you felt when you painted it.

Love you, friend!
Dianna
Giggles said…
Very profound art piece!! Sad with so much emotion!!

Hugs Giggles
bella lullo said…
Adoro questo ritratto profondo ed espressivo!!
Bellalullo
Kelly Greer said…
Diane - This is beautiful! You write so beautifully and your paintings - oh my!
Hugs,
Kelly

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