Donāt make me admit itās not working
āDaughter, your faith has saved you.ā
Itās the beautiful closing line from todayās Gospel. The one with the woman whose hemorrhages were healed by Jesus.
Itās the part of that Gospel that we remember. Which is odd. Because what comes before it is a lot more familiar to us.
Iām talking about her back story. The last twelve years of her life. Twelve years of suffering. Twelve years that cost her everything she had. Twelve years trying every way she could to deal with it.
Every way, except doing it with God.
The āIāve got thisā part. The āno, Iām doing this my wayā part. The ādonāt make me admit itās not workingā part.
Thatās the part weāre familiar with.
Because you and I do this. All. The. Time. So much that (just like the woman in the Gospel) it becomes our normal.
And while it may not take us twelve years to get there, just like her we usually donāt realize what weāre doing to ourselves (let alone do anything about it) until we hit bottom.
Until then, we just keep doing it our way. Wasting time and money. Lost in doing it ourselves. Setting ourselves up to suffer more than we have to.
All for the sake of our pride. All so we can say we donāt need anyoneās help. Even if itās not true.
Because the truth is that you and I arenāt self-sufficient. We canāt do it all on our own.
And thatās okay. Because the One who made you and me loves us so much that Heās willing to help us every step of the way.
Truth be told, thereās nothing He would love more. Than to spend that time with you, being with you in all of your moments. Including the worst ones.
Today, may God give us the grace to get over ourselves. To start living our lives with the One who will always love us. In every moment.
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