Luke 8:53 They laughed at him, knowing that she was dead.
I spent all weekend grading. And while I knew it was a bad move for my mental health, I knew it needed to be done so that my students had some feedback on where they are. But by last night I was tired, cranky, even more stressed because I had not done much over the weekend to renew my soul. My worry and fear and anger and bitterness all came roaring to the fore. It was not pretty.
Luke 8:54 But he took her by the hand and said, “My child, get up!”
And this morning, as I reread yesterday’s reflection in preparation for writing today’s, I’m struggling not to beat myself up for so blatantly ignoring Jesus and His still small voice. I know faith and fear cannot coexist, yet I was tired and stressed, and I just handed the reins over to fear. And it went as well as you can imagine, which is to say that it went terribly.
Luke 8:55 Her spirit returned, and at once she stood up. Then Jesus told them to give her something to eat.
Precious Savior, I understand why You have example after example of Your gracious healing in the scriptures–Healing that is freely given, healing that is secretly given, healing given to those that the masses thought didn’t deserve it. We are all so humanly flawed, fumbling around trying to get it right. Forgive me when I continue to get it wrong. Thank You for the many, many examples that show me I need to forgive myself and keep trying to draw closer to You. Amen.
Luke 8:56 Her parents were astonished, but he ordered them not to tell anyone what had happened.
Have a blessed day.