Faith.

I can’t get away from the story.

The woman who is made well with a touch to our Savior.

The Father who desperately cries for his daughter to wake and breathe.

Faith allows them to see and experience.

Jesus tells the woman. “Daughter, your faith has made you well, go in peace.”

Maybe we’ve experienced healing. Maybe He has made us well. But then we miss the second piece. We miss the going in peace.

We go in doubt. We go in worry. We go—still holding onto the labels and wearing the sickness that we have allowed to define us. Because we don’t know how to shed the old, to wear the new.

Maybe it’s not a question of whether He has made us well. But of whether we can continue to hold to that truth.

Maybe it’s time to go. Time to be at peace. And time to continue believing that you are who He says you are. Healed and made whole in Jesus.

Faith that you are and faith that you will be, because faith is rooted and founded and surrounded and in Jesus—who was and is and is to come.

Then the Father. Waiting and trusting for a miracle for his only daughter. As Jesus is healing the woman, someone comes and tells the man, “your daughter is dead, do not trouble the teacher any more.”

How often do we miss the miracle because we believed the words of the world instead of trusting our Father? Who will you choose to listen to? Who will you choose to believe?

Because they chose to listen to Jesus. & Then they saw a miracle.

Watch and wait. Come and see.