Oscar, mouth stretched open round a ball, eyed us hopefully
as we approached. We stopped to chat with his walker, Sandy. For ten minutes,
Oscar, on a pretty short lead, pushed the ball towards us, dropped it in front
of us, wagging his tail constantly, eyeing us hopefully with a doggie smile on
his face.
Sandy kept him on the lead. The fields were filled with
crops, so there was no open space to throw a ball. Oscar remained cheerful,
ever hopeful, as Sandy chatted on. We separated and he resumed a sedate pace,
tail still wagging, ball still clutched in his mouth.
I was reading of the woman who bled for twelve years. She slipped
in close to Jesus in order to touch the tassel of his cloak, hoping to claim
the promise for healing. Instantly, she was healed and restored to fellowship
in her community. The story says that for over a decade, she had approached
many doctors, hoping for healing, but had never been healed until she reached
out to Jesus in faith, trusting for his healing.
May I be persistent in my prayers today, Lord, never
doubting your power to heal, never questioning your love for me and others for
whom I pray, always looking for, expecting to see, your divine touch – whether in
ways I request, or in better ways you have chosen.
(I do hope that Sandy found a place to throw that ball for
Oscar.)
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