Dear Father, may I have faith like Jairus and the woman who reached out to touch the hem of Your robe.
Jairus came to You even knowing his daughter was sick unto death. Probably the wisdom of doctors and medical science had done all they could; and still he came, believing, expecting that You could be the source of her healing. Even when he received word that his daughter was dead, You told him not to be afraid, and he responded with faith.
So many times I let the circumstances around me determine how much faith I have. If things look good and I am reasonably sure they will work out, I have a greater level of faith that my prayer will be answered favorably. After all, if it’s likely things will work out, I’m not really depending on You for that much.
If things look really bad, I may cry out, but am I really expecting You to act on my behalf? Or do I hedge my bet on You?
The woman with an issue of blood believed she wouldn’t even have to ask; that if she merely touched You – wait, not even You, but only the hem of Your robe! That she would be healed! And she was! What amazing faith!
They received these amazing, miraculous blessings, Lord, because their faith was in the One who is worthy. My faith, also, is in the One who is worthy. I am blessed, because the outcome is not dependent on me, but on You. The outcome is not dependent on how the circumstances look. All the faith in the world does no good if it is misplaced. Thank You for being the Author and Perfecter of my faith. Amen