It had been one of those days, one of those really hard, crawl-back-into-bed days.
I reached between the seat and middle consul to retrieve my keys.
Sitting on top of the passenger seat sat my long lost Passion All Access pass, discovered just the day before.
"Stone of remembrance" I said to no one in particular.
Beth's passionate, southern-twang had delivered truth after truth that my soul soaked up.
I immediately bought the all access card.
You had to buy the whole pass to get just her session, and then in typical Mary-lose-everything fashion I lost the card before I even got it home.
I think Mary in the Greek means "lost" I'm either searching for what is lost or myself am lost and sitting in Tuxedo, NC... that's for another post.
There the lost card sat next to me as a reminder that Jesus intimately involves himself in our affairs.
It was one of those days though.
A day where that card was not a sweet gesture from Abbaba, but a coincidental discovery set in motion by the universe.
I needed truth.
My papa knew that.
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| Beth's session was available that day, not when originally scheduled |
I needed to be reminded of the woman Beth brought our attention to, as she taught from Luke 8.
Jesus was on his way to heal a dieing baby girl.
This woman, her story, is surrounded on either side by the story of Jairus' daughter.
We live our lives sandwiched between a greater
narrative, a greater need, like this woman.
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| Writing to the 27 million enslaved. |
Jesus response to her?
Healed.
Noticed.
The only woman Jesus directly called daughter.
No, one would have called her need a priority but her.
Soak in that.
Jesus not only called her a priority, he called her "daughter."
Jesus didn't let her hand land on his tassel and continue to the "bigger" miracle.
He Stopped.
He identified her.
He called her out,
"When the woman saw that she was not hidden. Seeing that she could not go unnoticed."
"Mary, remember, because of who I am, you are incapable of going unnoticed, you don't need to hide.
Remember you can not hide."
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| Two faces of the 44.000 there. |
We are not walking through our days unnoticed.
Our hurts don't go unnoticed.
Our wandering hearts don't go unnoticed.
Sweet sister look at Jesus and remember with me, before I noticed Jesus.
HE. NOTICED. ME.
While I was his enemy
HE. LOVED. ME.
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| Passion Conference 2012 |
As I crawl half naked, from my latest lovers bed, my redeemer husband takes me to the wilderness, not to rightfully condemn me, or make me pay for my prostitution.
He takes me there to court me back to his heart.
"Call me husband" He invites!
While I long for Egypt, he feeds my starving belly.
When I crawl away to hide myself, he comes and hides me under the shadow of his wings.
While my hands were covered with the murderous blood of his son, the God of the universe was writing my name on the palm of his hand so he would remember me!
My hands built walls, and safety nets just in case he failed me.
His hands cradled me, never to let me go.
Those hands are big, and fight off enemies that try to snatch me.
They are strong and hold me when I kick and scream.
Even in their immensity, I am not lost or unnoticed in this safe resting place.
So beloved of the most high, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? See my hands and my feet, that it is I myself. Touch me, and see.." Luke 24:38-39
