During the month of September I read through the four gospels.
Four weeks. One gospel each week.
I made it through Mark, Luke, and John, and more than half-way through Matthew.
When I read the account of Jairus’ daughter being healed in Mark, I couldn’t help but desire the same healing. I wanted Jesus to come to me, I wanted to hear him say, “Get up.”
“Please come and put your hands on {me} so that {I} will be healed and live.”
At the end of each day, I grabbed my Bible (missing a day here or there) and read the stories of Jesus’ life. I kept searching for his words speaking to me, his life inspiring me. I kept listening for his voice, inviting me into healing and wholeness. And over and over, I kept offering this prayer:
“Wake me up, Lord. Wake me up to the life in front of me. Help me to live. I want the life that is right here and now – not on a screen, or in the future, but right now. Wake me up to relationships full of listening, learning, and forgiving. I want to live, love, dance, and laugh. Wake me up, Lord, to the real, tangible things before me. Teach me to delight in your world with all my senses. Each day is new. Wake me up ready to live in you. Amen.”