Some days…

 You’re not quoting Scripture.

You’re not journaling prayers.

You’re not singing worship songs in the kitchen.

You’re just surviving.

Eyes swollen from crying.

Heart heavy from carrying it all.

And if you’re honest… you don’t even have the strength to open your Bible.

And you wonder… Is that enough?

But then there’s her.

The woman who bled for twelve years.

Weak. Isolated. Exhausted.

Doctors couldn’t help.

People had given up on her.

She had every reason to believe healing would never come.

But somehow…

With her last bit of strength—

She reached for the hem of His robe.

And that was all it took.

Not a perfect prayer.

Not a loud cry.

Not a big show of her faith.

Just a trembling hand and a heart that still believed He could.

One touch.

And she was healed.

Because He doesn’t need your perfection.

He just wants your reach.

So if all you can do today is whisper His name…

If all you can do is cry in the carpool line…

If all you can manage is one breath, one reach, one tear…

It’s enough.

You are not too far.

You are not forgotten.

And the same Jesus who turned to her…

Will turn to you.

“Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”

(Luke 8:48)