S: Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. Mark 5:33 (NIV) emphasis mine.
O: Funny how desperation brings about humility. Touching the hem of a stranger’s robe hoping it might be the freedom she’d been seeking, getting called out for it, and then sharing the whole truth about her story in front of the very ones who threw her aside – the ones who took advantage of her, neglected her, shamed her.
So desperate for healing, hope led her to You.
And when You asked her about it, she told you everything. The whole truth.
A: How many half truths have I told You, Jesus? How many times have I left out parts of my own story I didn’t want to acknowledge, think about, or admit because of how they made me feel? Parts that were too painful or shameful to swallow, so rather than give you the whole truth, I gave up the parts I was comfortable serving.
Slicing up the truth and handing over only what I could handle.
Disregarding the fact that You can handle all of it.
I don’t want to do that anymore, Jesus. I want to be healed completely. Made wholly well. When You ask me what happened, please give me the grace to be honest with myself and with You about the whole truth, even if it hurts or embarrasses me.
P: Jesus, I need You. I am wrecked by You. I need You to show me the bleeding places in my heart so I can be healed, so we can talk about the truth – the whole truth. Thank You for loving me even when I haven’t been completely honest about things. Thank You for waiting for me to catch up with what You already know. I love You. Thank You for the healing and freedom You offer every day. Please help me to keep reaching out for it – for You.
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