The Whole Truth
“She fell down before Jesus and told Him the whole truth.”
The hemorrhaging woman is a great favorite of mine from the scriptures because I often feel like her. If I could just get to Jesus, if I could just touch the hem of His clothes, then maybe I would be healed. Surely, if I could just get close enough to Him, His goodness and grace and mercy would be able to penetrate all the broken places.
The hemorrhaging woman “fell down before Jesus and told Him the whole truth.” Having read this scripture in the past, I remembered that she fell down before Him, but I sort of skipped over, “And told Him the whole truth.” The whole truth. Phew. Do I tell Jesus the whole truth?
Do I even know the whole truth?
The truth is, I don’t. I don’t know the whole truth of what’s happening in my heart, and I don’t know the whole truth of every circumstance that I encounter or every situation I walk into. I’d love to say that I keep an open mind, that I’m aware of the dynamics in the room all the time - but I don’t. I miss a lot. But He doesn’t miss a thing.
Sisters, I need to invite Jesus and the Holy Spirit into every moment, not for my own sake - but so that I can love and serve others. If I don’t know what’s happening in the room (which - how could I possibly know?), then how can I expect to love with Jesus’ love? How can I possibly expect to be Jesus and bring His love to others if I’m not calling on Him? Today, I’m asking Jesus to tell me the whole truth - not to look better or wiser or holier - but so that I can understand what He’s doing and truly love and serve the other people in the room.
Father,
Thank You for paying such close attention to us. Thank You for knowing what’s going on. Thank You for inviting us to love people in every moment - to catch Your vision.
Father, help us to tap into You. Remind us to come to You and ask for Your help. Teach us how to lean on You.
God, we love You. Help us to stay connected to You and show Your love to the world. Amen.