Does God hear our unspoken prayers? You know, the ones we muddle around in our minds but don’t take directly to Him? I think the answer is YES! I say this because for the past few days I have been feeling out of it. I’ve been excessively tired, crampy and down in the dumps – aka – PMSing. I woke up late again today and started my normal routine – grab a drink, sit on the sofa and chat with the boys. After a bit, I check my email and I noticed my daily devotion email from Proverbs31 but didn’t really feel like reading it – look, at least I’m honest about it!
I started to watch Food TV, one of my favorite channels and between commercials, I’d pop back into my email and that devotional message just kept tugging at me. I finally looked at the subject line and it hit me like a ton of bricks – “Do You Want To Be Well”? Okay, it got my attention and I started reading and it felt like the author was speaking directly to me. Actually, it felt like the Lord was using her to speak to me, so I’m posting her message and I hope it blesses you as much as it blessed me.
October 1, 2007
Do You Want to Be Well?
“When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, ‘Do you want to get well?’ John 5:6 (NIV)
A joke came to mind one day as I was wallowing in the symptoms of PMS. Taken from this joke, two of my favorite explanations of “PMS” are “Provide Me with Sweets” and “Pardon My Sobbing.”
I had spent the entire day complaining to some close friends about how tired I was of feeling awful from PMS. They are sweet friends, so they listened. As I remembered another meaning of PMS, “Pack My Bags,” I thought how it was probably a good thing my husband was out of town. I warned my two sons that I was on edge, and they knew from previous warnings exactly what that meant – stay far away from that scary woman, also known as their mom.
After doing all the things that would only exasperate my symptoms, such as eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking diet coke, I went to bed having a pity party.
I opened up my Bible the next morning to a passage that seemed written just for me. In Matthew 9:20-22 I read, “Just then a woman who had hemorrhaged for twelve years slipped in from behind and lightly touched [Jesus’] robe. She was thinking to herself, ‘If I can just put a finger on his robe, I’ll get well.’ Jesus turned—caught her at it. Then he reassured her: ‘Courage, daughter. You took a risk of faith, and now you’re well.’ The woman was well from then on.” (The Message)
Here was a woman who had been sick for a long time. I can imagine she’d tried many other remedies, I imagine she’d shed many tears, and I imagine she’d had some moments of hopelessness. Finally, however, the Messiah had arrived, and she was filled with renewed hope. Her faith caused her to reach out to Jesus.
Here I was suffering from something relatively minor, and all I did was whine. I have ready access to the Savior every moment of my life simply because I’m His child, yet I had failed to turn to the only One who could make me better.
Sometimes I mistakenly think I need huge faith to pray that God will heal me. Notice, however, in Matthew 9 that these verses don’t say anything about great faith. Just enough faith. That’s all we need – just enough faith for the situation we’re in.
Sometimes we mistakenly think that if we’re fearful or doubting, that we then must not have enough faith to ask God for what we need. Not true. Again look at the verses in Matthew. The sick woman was probably fearful. After all, Jesus said to her “Courage daughter.” I can imagine that she had to muster all her courage to do such a little act, just touch the edge of Jesus’ cloak.
But it was enough. Jesus stopped for her. He noticed that little touch, even as He was on His way to another very important mission – He was going to heal a ruler’s daughter.
He stopped for a woman who just touched His garment.
As I came to another verse that morning, today’s key verse in John 5:6, I was convicted by the question Jesus asked the sick man: “‘Do you want to get well?’” I sensed Jesus asking me the same question, Do you want to get well, or do you just want to whine and feel sorry for yourself?
I thanked the Holy Spirit for leading me to these verses, I confessed that I had sinned by not turning to Him, and I asked Jesus to relieve my PMS symptoms.
Dear Lord, I am desperate and broken. I need You alone to make me well. Thank You that I can ask anything and know that You hear with a heart of compassion. Make me well, Lord. In Jesus’ name, Amen.