Seek sometimes not even to hear Me. Seek a silence of spirit-understanding with Me. Be not afraid. All is well. Dwell much on what I did, as well as what I said.
Remember, I "touched her hand, and the fever left her." Not many words, just a moment's contact, and all fever left her. She was well, whole, calm, able to arise and "minister unto them." My touch is still a potent healer. Just feel that touch. Sense My Presence, and the fever of work and care and fear just melts into nothingness--and health, joy, peace, take its peace.
-The Two Listeners, God Calling
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I just read this the other day: It reminded me of the times I asked, "Please just let me touch the hem of your robe!"
It's amazing how the touch of God can make such a lasting impact on our lives!
Love you
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