by Jeanne Sant
Two of my friends and I are touched by cancer. One in remission, one with a recurrence, and one with the dreadful new diagnosis. As I prayed for us today, not in fear or sadness, but in faith, I was reminded of the woman in Scripture, who like us, was dreadfully ill – the woman with an issue of blood in Luke 8:43-48:
And a woman who had a hemorrhage for twelve years, and could not be healed by anyone, came up behind Him and touched the fringe of His cloak, and immediately her hemorrhage stopped.
And Jesus said, “Who is the one who touched Me?” And while they were all denying it, Peter said, “Master, the people are crowding and pressing in on You.”
But Jesus said, “Someone did touch Me, for I was aware that power had gone out of Me.”
When the woman saw that she had not escaped notice, she came trembling and fell down before Him, and declared in the presence of all the people the reason why she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed.
And He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace.”
The doctors had done what was earthly possible. She went to Jesus in faith and reached out to just touch the hem of His robe. Aside from the miraculous healing, the thing that touches my heart in this story is that Jesus called her “daughter.” The only woman in Scripture that Jesus addressed as “daughter.” He did not call her “daughter of Abraham” nor “daughter of Jerusalem.” He did not call her “woman,” a bland and generic label, which he even used to address his own mother. He called her “daughter.” His daughter. An endearing term. A term of relationship.
His “daughter?” If we can be called His “daughter,” we can be secure and safe in the knowledge that our Father knows us and loves us even in our most dark seasons of life. I am His “daughter,” and that gives me great comfort.
May you be comforted today too.
Jeanne Sant is a freelance writer, conference speaker, and Bible teacher. Visit her blog “Pray for the Peace of Insrael.”