The Grandma's Broken Tummy

Because Kenton and I have come to know Jesus as a Father, Lord, and Friend, we have been doing our part to introduce him to Judah. He has been helped along mightily by his amazing teachers at church. We end each night by asking Judah, "What do you want to tell Jesus about tonight?" His typical response is, "Thank you Jesus for my friends." Then he proceeds to list all of his pals one by one. Some nights it's a very long list, other's, it's brief and he's off to bed. Some nights he's really excited and he starts listing everything he can think of that he's thankful for. When he runs out of things he starts listing the things in his room. So it goes a little like this, "...for Uncle Reido, Uncle Jon, Uncle Jed...ah..Curious George, my blocks, my chair, my king house, my shoes...." It can go on very long some times.
Last night he started talking about the "grandma who touched Jesus." Kenton and I both looked at one another and thought, "What?" But he continued to talk about the "grandma who touched Jesus' clothes... his shirk." And then it hit me, he's talking about the woman who wanted to just touch Jesus' garmet, believing it would heal her. I asked was she sick? "Yeah her tummy was broken." Still I inquired, "Did Jesus fix it?" "Yeah, he fixed her broke tummy," he answered. So I asked again, "Do you want to tell Jesus anything else?" "Thank you Jesus for fixing the grandma's tummy."
With an amazing hug and kiss we sent him to bed. I was far from tired though. "How does he know that?" I couldn't get the smile off my face. It became very apparent to me that Judah is doing his part to introduce his Father, Lord, and Friend to us.
Thank you Judah for sharing an amazing story with me. Thank you for your faith, faith so strong that you knew all that "grandma" had to do is just touch the robes on Jesus' back to gain the healing he promised.

I never believed as much as I do today.

Mark Chapter 5
21-24After Jesus crossed over by boat, a large crowd met him at the seaside. One of the meeting-place leaders named Jairus came. When he saw Jesus, he fell to his knees, beside himself as he begged, "My dear daughter is at death's door. Come and lay hands on her so she will get well and live." Jesus went with him, the whole crowd tagging along, pushing and jostling him.
25-29A woman who had suffered a condition of hemorrhaging for twelve years—a long succession of physicians had treated her, and treated her badly, taking all her money and leaving her worse off than before—had heard about Jesus. She slipped in from behind and touched his robe. She was thinking to herself, "If I can put a finger on his robe, I can get well." The moment she did it, the flow of blood dried up. She could feel the change and knew her plague was over and done with.
30At the same moment, Jesus felt energy discharging from him. He turned around to the crowd and asked, "Who touched my robe?"
31His disciples said, "What are you talking about? With this crowd pushing and jostling you, you're asking, 'Who touched me?' Dozens have touched you!"
32-33But he went on asking, looking around to see who had done it. The woman, knowing what had happened, knowing she was the one, stepped up in fear and trembling, knelt before him, and gave him the whole story.
34Jesus said to her, "Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you're healed and whole. Live well, live blessed! Be healed of your plague."