Why do we pray?
Is it simply a mental exercise? Is it superstition like rubbing the lucky rabbit's foot? Is it more out of habit than trust that something will happen or that something can change?
I have been wrestking with these thoughts as of late and been convicted of my rather anemic prayer life. If I belive and trust the God of the Universe, so why do I not go more boldly before Him? Why do I have the mistaken belief that Prayer is not an action the same way worship or service is an action? Why am I afraid ?
I was thinking about the woman that Jesus heals in Luke 8:40-48. She is refered to a woman who had been bleeding for 12 years or had a bleeding condition. This woman was an outcast because of this not even worthy to touch Jesus' cloak yet she dared because of her faith. This image has been convicting to me and my anemic prayer life. To me , this woman's faith has made her BRAVE and enabled her to take the action of reaching out to God in faith and trust. Read the verses. Pray with me. Reach out and be BRAVE. Christ is waiting to heal and give us both new life.
Be Brave
Luke 8:40-48 – The
Bleeding Woman – LJM 4/5/2009
They all knew.
No one cared.
What they saw was just my shame.
12 years of blood
12 years of pain
12 years – no cure
12 years, weighted down by this stain.
Today, The Healer comes.
With word and breath the blind do see,
Lepers cleansed, lame do walk.
Could some small measure be left for me?
No one will know.
No one will see
No one cares about my pain.
Just the blood is what they see
Do I dare to hope?
The bodies
clot together around Him.
Do I dare to think?
The air is
thick with their sweat and my fear.
Do I dare to ask?
I see my
hands reach – almost touching Him.
Do I dare? Do I dare? Now?
Now.
Now!
I am clean.
He called
me Daughter.
I am healed.
He saw me.
I am sealed,
to the one how knows my name.
Lost in that pressing mob, so lost.
My Lord
My God
You found
me.
I am Healed.
I am Sealed.
Lost, now found.
Now a Daughter of the King.
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