For the One Who Wants to Live Again

I love that Jesus held her hand before he healed her. The little girl in Mark 5—the one who died while Jesus stopped to heal someone else—felt the Healer’s hand before she got her healing. 

Scripture says she was already dead so what did it matter? Maybe Jesus aimed His tenderness at her parents—her dad especially, a religious leader whose theology would have to square off with Divinity. Maybe it was to show His best friends how to lead with love, because one chapter later He would send them to heal, too. Maybe it was just for the girl, who, when jolted from her death slumber, would experience what every 12-year-old girl needs: safety and warmth.

Does Jesus still heal? Maybe the harder question is, do you trust His hand? I know sometimes the healing doesn’t come—not the way we want it to or in a timeframe that feels the slightest bit okay.

He may be stopping to help someone else first.

He may be holding your hand for just a minute.

But the day is coming when He will tell you to get up.