I have a memory of myself lying in bed. I was tired, really tired. The tasks and pressures of the day awaited me, but I did not want to leave the comfort in which I was. Moving meant being greeted by a disbursement of energy—energy of which I was lacking.
“Who touched me?” Jesus asked.
When they all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.”
But Jesus said, “Someone has touched me; I know that the power has gone out from me.”
Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. Then he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.” (Luke 8:45-48)
I closed my eyes and pleaded to God.
“I want better than this.”
See it. Claim it. Proclaim it.
Then, it happened. I got up. Not only did I rise physically, but spiritually, mentally, and emotionally. I was invigorated in every way. Something within me was triggered. My perspective instantaneously shifted, with certainty. It was refreshing. I was comforted. Interestingly, people (unknowingly) confirmed this occurrence through their compliments.
That morning, I was deeply pained but God! I remembered His provision. By doing so, I was reassured of my blessings present, and those that are orchestrated to come. My faith healed me. It continues to allow me to come and go in peace. Can you relate?