A Woman’s Perspective
I hemorrhaged once too like this woman, immediately after my son was born. We spent days in the hospital together, me with dangerously low hematocrit and him yellow-skinned. I sang and prayed us through those days. And learned to soothe myself by rubbing the tops of my feet on the bed sheets.
Yesterday we visited five or six churches (I lost count) in northern Israel where Jesus walked and healed.
Today, I woke early stroking the tops of my feet on the sheets. Was I caressing myself? Or deep in the sense of what Christ, in His Body, had given me?
Mark 5:29 – Immediately the fountain of her blood was dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of the affliction.
Postscript
Always Bridging 