I’m about to write on a very unlikely subject. This just goes to show that the Holy Spirit can’t be boxed by ‘likely’ topics. So yeah, this may be a PG post- or not. I’m just tryna ease you up before dropping the girl bomb on you. You know that period every month where ladies seem to be short-fused, irritated, cranky, clingy or plain emotional! For some ladies, the menstrual period is a time of excruciating pain where painkillers become their best friends. Others, it’s just a really uncomfortable period where you can’t wear colored outfits. Lol.
What really goes on is a discharge of blood from the female parts (sounds gross, I know) and I guess some hormones in action also make women really sensitive at this point. I can’t remember much of my biology lessons so I may not be able to fully explain this. Point is, I’m always exhausted when I’m in that period and every slight thing irritates me. I could snap at every ill spoken word. But I don’t mean to be that cranky or irritated, I just find myself being that way. It’s almost unexplainable! Some women could even eat more when they are in that period just to top up the energy lost from the discharge.
A lot of us are familiar with the woman with the issue of blood who touched the edge of Jesus’ clothes and got healed (Luke 8:43-48). While trudging to the bus station with heavy feet and irritation written all over my face as a result of the sun overhead and the impending traffic, the Holy Spirit brought the story to remembrance. Ideally, women go through that grueling period for some 5 days tops. But this woman went 12 years! I don’t even think they used portable sanitary towels as we do. Maybe she had to use napkins or something. Think of the money she would have even spent on getting all those towels!
You know the tiredness and irritation I just explained? Yes, she felt all of that. Her strength was gone. Every little activity wore her out. And here’s the massive crowd around Jesus. She couldn’t scream for help like the beggars. She was too unclean for her friends to drop her from the roof like the paralyzed dude.
She was desperate for help. Save me or I die. That’s the state she was.
One last press; one last push. That’s what sends a baby’s head popping out isn’t it? When you push with the last strength within you; that, she did. Tired; emotional; weak; cranky; irritated by the bunch of sweaty men surrounding Jesus. She pressed. She pushed, until she could feel the linen fabric through her slender fingers. Alas! She touched him. Alas! She was healed.
There are situations we have been managing and circumstances that have gotten us at our wits end; prayers that seem to remain unanswered. Breakthroughs that just wouldn’t come through and your strength is slipping away with every breath. What if I told you all you needed was one last press with all you’ve got. Don’t give up on that miracle. Don’t give up on that project or dream. Press for it! It doesn’t matter how many rejections you’ve gotten for your proposal. You’re tired, I know. You’re frustrated, I know. But just one push can make the difference.
To complete the story, Jesus noticed virtue went out of him. Someone’s faith had gotten her the victory. ‘Who touched me?’ He asked. And the crowd got confused because people were literally pressed upon him. But no, this touch was different. Just imagine Heaven being still for a moment as God asks who’s that person pressing? Who’s that still knocking? Who’s that still praying? Who’s that still trusting?
She came forward. As shy as I am about sharing on MP today; as timid as I am about being mocked. She came forward. On an unrelated note, some of us don’t go out for altar calls when we know the call is for us because of this same timidity.
But she was able to come out. And Jesus sealed the miracle for her. Glory!
Press with your last strength!
Be ready to step out in faith!
Hope you were blessed by my sermon on the bus? 😃 And yes, now you know why your gf/wife gets a little ‘unusual’ at that time of the month 😉
©Mfon Etuk, 2016