Wherever he went—in villages, cities, or the countryside—they brought the sick out to the marketplaces. They begged him to let the sick touch at least the fringe of his robe, and all who touched him were healed. Mark 6:56 (NLT)
Julie surveyed herself in the full length mirror in the hallway. It was the first time since school started that she was wearing shorts. She usually liked to wear pants to cover the huge scar on her knee. But the weather was just too hot today and besides, she and her friend were going to the park after school today.
Julie hated that scar. It was a reminder of a scary and painful time in her life. It had happened the summer before last as she was riding her bike to the library. Maybe she was going too fast or maybe she wasn’t paying attention, but the next thing she knew her front tire caught a pothole and Julie was thrown hard to the ground, catching her knee on the back fender. The fender had created a deep gash in her knee and was bleeding like crazy.
Julie wasn’t sure how she was going to get help. She was halfway between her house and the library and didn’t know anybody in the neighborhood. Luckily an older lady across the street had seen her fall and came out to help. She brought towels to stop the blood and called Julie’s mom on her cell.
After a trip to the emergency room, many painful stitches and a huge bandage, Julie limped up to her room. The doctor had told her the cut was deep enough that it would probably leave a scar. And it did. When the stitches first came out, the knee was raw and red with a giant smiley face just under the kneecap.
Mom had told her that eventually the knee would heal and she would just have a tiny reminder of what had happened. Over the next few months, the scar became less and less visible to everybody else, but Julie saw it every day.
Besides reminding her of the fall, that scar was also a reminder of a scary and painful time in her family’s life. That was the summer that Dad was gone. Maybe because they were going too fast or because they weren’t paying attention, suddenly Julie’s family had hit a big pothole in their lives and they were all thrown to the ground.
Julie’s mom didn’t know what to do but luckily someone came along to help. A friend introduced her to standing and praying for salvation, restoration and a family built on the solid rock of Jesus Christ. Mom began to pray, to fast, and to eagerly search her Bible every day for wisdom and guidance from God’s Word. Soon Julie and her sister had joined her to pray for Dad, that the Lord would save him, lift him up, and bless him by returning him to Christ and to their family.
At first, the scar of a broken family was very visible, hurting every day, taking a long time to mend. But as Julie and her family continued to pray and seek the Lord, that scar started to heal. First came the peace in the midst of all the circumstances. Then hope began to fill in the rough edges. Before long, faith in the promises of God began to mend the injury their family had sustained. As the scar started to heal, her Dad started to change. Each day brought a little more healing, a little less visible scarring. Until one day early this year, Dad had come home. The scar was still there as a reminder of what their family had gone through. But it was no longer ugly as it had been healed the right way, God’s way.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me. Psalm 30:2
Julie looked at her scarred knee one more time. This time she had to look pretty closely to even see the faint line of light pink skin that sat under her knee. It was no longer so visible to her, just a thin line that served as a reminder of what had happened. That scar, too, had healed the right way.
As Julie set out for school, wearing the shorts that she had shunned for so long, she sent up a quick but heartfelt thank you to the Lord for healing her knee, her heart and her family.
While he was still speaking to her, a messenger arrived from the home of Jairus, the leader of the synagogue. He told him, “Your daughter is dead. There’s no use troubling the Teacher now.” But when Jesus heard what had happened, he said to Jairus, “Don’t be afraid. Just have faith, and she will be healed.” Luke 8:49-50 (NLT)
Kim, a stander in Nebraska
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