Good morning from Mesquite. It’s Tuesday, June 16.
There are memories that refuse to stay in the past. You can be going about an ordinary day, pouring a cup of coffee or driving a familiar road, when something rises up without warning. A song on the radio. A certain smell. A face that looks just enough like someone from long ago. And suddenly you are right back in a moment you thought you had left behind, feeling the sting all over again as if no time had passed at all.
Maybe you have wondered why those old memories still have so much power. You forgave. You moved on. You built a good life. Yet the ache returns, and with it comes the quiet question of whether you will ever truly be free of it.
Hear this. A memory that still hurts is not a sign that your faith has failed. It is an invitation to bring that moment to Jesus once more.
When the woman with the issue of blood pressed through the crowd, she had carried her suffering for twelve long years. “If only I may touch His clothes, I shall be made well” (Mark 5:28, NKJV). She did not pretend she was fine. She did not bury her need beneath a brave face. She brought the very thing that had defined her pain straight to the feet of Jesus, and He met her there with healing and with tenderness. He called her daughter. He did not scold her for the years she had struggled. He restored her.
That same Jesus is willing to meet you in the memory that still aches. He is not asking you to relive it alone or to muscle through it by sheer willpower. He is asking you to bring it to Him, to lay it in His hands the way that woman reached for the hem of His garment. Healing is rarely a single dramatic moment. More often it is a patient, repeated returning, a daily choice to hand Him the thing that keeps coming back.
I have learned over the years that there is no shame in bringing the same wound to the Lord more than once. He does not grow weary of our coming. Each time we lay an old memory before Him, He loosens its grip a little more. The pain that once owned us slowly becomes a place where His mercy lives instead.
So the next time a memory rises up and catches you off guard, do not run from it and do not let it pull you under. Bring it to Jesus. He is still in the business of making people well.
What memory keeps returning to you, and are you willing to bring it to Jesus one more time?
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