I’m headed to MI to celebrate this lady! (Don’t tell her I put her photo up, I’m not sure she’s a fan of this photo. Although, I think it’s adorable!)
My grandmother is amazing. She has five children, 13 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. (if I am counting correctly). This doesn’t mention the “adopted” ones she has along the way either.
Growing up, I would sit and watch her as she baked and decorated cakes. On rare occasions I would get to go with her to deliver them as well. I was memorized by the fountains she’d put in them.
She loves to school me in Phase 10 and Yahazee. If I ever met Tim McGraw, I hope to have him call her. Although she says not to, she doesn’t want to die of a heart attack. The first thing she told me about her trip to Vegas was that she got to meet Elvis.
She won’t drive in the snow and she’s whom I inherited my stubborness from. She’s loyal to a fault and if you watch carefully you can see her love ooze out from the things she does for you.
My favorite times with her are Christmas morning when it’s her and I. We open our gifts and I help her prepare the holiday feast.(She always has more than enough)
I was reading this morning in Luke 8. Jesus is talking to this woman who had been bleeding for 12 years. TWELVE years! Every time I read this story, my heart swells with imaginable empathy for this woman. TWELVE years! If you have children, are they twelve yet? Exactly! But I digress.
This woman has not been around a lot of people for 12 years. You see, in the culture of the day when a woman was on her period she was sent outside the town/village/camp until it was over. Then she would present herself to the priests and return to everyday life. Sounds semi-tempting right? I mean–we could all use a week off for that reason, right? But, again, I digress.
So this woman, desperate to be rid of her issue, prods her way through this huge crowd of people, convinced that if she can just touch Jesus’ garment–she’ll be healed. All would be well. And it works.
At the end of the conversation, Jesus says to her
“Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”
Her faith has made her well. The Great Healer said that her faith made her well. She believed and it healed her.
Cut to present day–
I’m driving to work listening to the Adele’s 21, realizing I have no one to sing any of these songs too. I have no one who has hurt me so much or who I am love as deeply as her lyrics suggest. Not that I haven’t experienced heart break, trust me, I have; but at this particular moment in my life–no man comes to mind. I smile to myself and think, this is weird.
Typically, ladies, we always want to have someone to sing a love song about–whether an angry song or a overly sappy one. Yet, I couldn’t think of anyone to sing to or about. All the past heartbreak, all the baggage faux-dating relationships brought, all of the If-only-I-were-then-he-would’s, they are gone. It is very freeing. It feels like closure.
Maybe that is why Jesus’ response to this woman got my attention. “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace.” My faith reminds me that God is for me, has plans for my life and is able to accomplish what concerns me. Faith in who He is, has healed me. Trust reminds me that whatever happens today or tomorrow or the next day, I am still his daughter. This trust has made me well.
Now I live in peace. And I smile, because sometimes, peace feels weird.
In Luke 5, Luke tells of an event that is beginning to be fairly common in the life of Jesus. This guy is paralyzed and can’t get to Jesus on his own. So friends carry this guy to where Jesus is teaching and healing. However, the place is packed and these friends can’t get this guy close enough to Jesus. So they do what come naturally–they get on the roof, dig a man-shaped hole, find some rope and lower their friend through the hole until he is next to Jesus.
The religious leaders are appalled by the desperation of these friends. And we have no idea what the guy on the mat, the one lowered in, is thinking. Personally, I’d probably be afraid the ropes wouldn’t hold and I’d fall.
Jesus, surveying the situation, tells the man that his sins are forgiven.
That’s it? His sins are forgiven? If I were a guy on the roof I’d be thinking “That is not why I climbed up here, dug a hole and lowered my friend down. Jesus, don’t you see he needs to walk! He needs to be healthy! He needs purpose again? He doesn’t need his sins forgiven!”
Luke tells us that Jesus, perceiving the religious leaders thoughts (not the friends, the religious leaders), then tells him to get up and walk home. And the man does.
This story may be familiar to you. You may have read it a thousand times. But here are my thoughts–
I think the formerly paralyzed guy felt more free after his sins were forgiven. I think that Jesus answered the question of his heart before he ever dealt with the physical. I think the guy would have peacefully and contentedly lived his life in the knowledge that his sins were forgiven, having a whole heart, while his body was still paralyzed.
And I think the same thing happens today. I think Jesus answers/addresses our heart issues before our physical ones. The God-Man who knit us together in the womb, and knows us more intimately than we are comfortable with, will always answer the heart questions first.
Question is–do we want the heart healing? Do we even have eyes to see it? Or are we just on just physical and tangible results?
A couple of years ago I was talking with some friends and singleness and marriage somehow came up. (I know, crazy!) Singletons, here is my question:
Why do you want to get married?
Is it for companionship? Is it so you always have someone to go with you to the ‘and guest’ events? Is it for the sex? (there are those of us who choose to wait for such things) Is it because you want to be in love? Maybe you are tired of coming home to an empty house?
I ask because I know of some marriages that do not have companionship or sex. I know of some marriages where you still attend events alone and some spouses travel for work and you are still coming home to an empty house.
Obviously, I’m not saying getting married is horrid–far from it. I just think it’s time we examined our motives and ask why we have such deep seated desires. Maybe in answering the question we can set right expectations about marriage. And maybe it’ll improve the good/bad single day ratio.
As of late, I’m having a little writer’s block. I have no idea what to write about but have read enough “How to get more followers for your blogg” articles that say if I don’t continue to blog you–my five readers–will stop reading. So I ask myself: What to write, what to write?!?
Today–I’m going with a list of random things you may/may not know about me. Feel free to add a random fact about yourself. It’ll be like a virtual game of Two Truths and a Lie, but different.
1. I’m nervous about the impending plague of locusts (aka cicadas) that are coming. I have yet to live through/survive one of these seasons and have irrational fears of them getting stuck in my hair or on my person. Gross!
2. NKOTB/90′s Pop are two Pandora channels that will cause me to burst out laughing at random times.
3. The only bone I’ve ever broken is my middle toe. (left foot)