Last Updated on January 30, 2026
I used to sing a song based on Isaiah 6:1 called “I See the Lord” at my old church.
…I saw the LORD sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of his robe filled the temple.”
The morning after I learned my husband wanted to leave, I was scheduled to sing it. I arrived early and cried through the whole practice. My sweet worship leader thought I was particularly moved by the song. Although I always was to some degree, it was not the cause of my tears that morning.
I don’t believe I have sung it since nor really have I thought about it until this past week when I was listening to a talk about the healing of the woman with the bleeding issue…the one who reached out and touched Jesus’ robe.
And I was thinking about that woman and how desperate she was…how she had tried everything and nothing had worked. She was sure if she only touched his garments, she’d be healed.
Jesus was on the way to heal Jarius’ little daughter who was dying. Jarius wanted Jesus to follow him and lay His hands on her so she could live.
Jesus was on the way to heal a little girl who is as old as this woman’s health problem. Both are desperate for healing. One just wanted to touch Him and one just needs to be touched by Jesus. The Great Physician.
The woman’s ailment meant that she was considered unclean…impure. She couldn’t even touch another person without making them unclean too.
And yet, in her desperation, she pushed through a crowd to touch the Savior. To just grab hold of the hem of His robe. She didn’t even really touch Him. She probably just touched the tassels that hung down from the hem. And instantly… instantly… healing.
The years of pain and shame over.
And with that brief encounter…that willingness to push through the obstacles and grab hold of Him….she’s healed. And Jesus…Jesus felt it. In fact, He immediately turned around and asked who had touched him?
Good gravy! The Man was surrounded with people all probably touching him with hands, elbows, shoulders and even an occasional stomped toe. And yet, He recognized this touch as different.
This Faith Touch.
This Desperate for Deliverance Touch.
And He knew. He easily could have turned around and identified the woman, but He asked.
Maybe so she could acknowledge that something amazing happened… that she could say, “I’m healed! I can touch you just like I touched Him – only this time it’s all okay! I’m clean!”
Maybe it’s so she could know that He knew that she was healed too.
Sometimes I forget that when God helps me, shows me something, heals me, provides for me, and just simply loves me well….it blesses me and Him and others, if I acknowledge it publicly.
I reached out to God and He healed me!
I reached out to God and He provided for me.
I reached out to God and He made a way where there was no way.
That robe…it’s huge. It fills the temple. There is plenty of space for all of us to grab hold of it. To grab a tassel or a handful of fabric. Whether we are pushing through the obstacles or not, whether we are crawling on hands and knees in desperation, or running to Him in fear and anxiety, God’s robe is there. God is there.
But maybe we are like Jarius and his daughter. Maybe we need Jesus to show up. Maybe there isn’t anything left and we are weary and sick and tired and we are saying, “Lord Jesus, please come to me and help me.”
The beauty is either way, He is enough. He is there.
He is here.
Sometimes I forget that. I feel weary beyond words. And sometimes it seems that there isn’t a soul in the whole wide world who can really truly understand it…and sometimes in the depths of decisions and difficulties, it can feel overwhelmingly lonely.
It is in those moments, those lonely weary worrisome moments, when I need that touch. That divine touch.
I imagine His robe not just big enough to fill the temple, but big enough to cover us all.
When Jesus stopped to talk to the woman, I’m sure Jarius was anxiously impatient. I’d have been. “Excuse me, Jesus? Please remember my daughter. She’s dying….Jesus, I asked first.”
But Jesus stops.
And Jarius’ daughter dies.
NO! Jesus, You were coming with me! If You hadn’t stopped…
The worst news possible…
But God….
Jesus overheard Jarius’ servants informing him of his daughter’s death and he responded,
“Do not fear, only believe.”
Mark 5:36
In the worst moment, Jesus was there. He was in the moment with Jarius even while talking to the woman.
He is never absent. He is always with us.
And in our worst moments, He says, “Do not fear, only believe.”
Believe I am good. Believe I am love. Believe I am able. Believe I am enough.
That robe…
Ever so gently flowing over me, covering, protecting, comforting.
When I make my bed sometimes I hold the edges of my sheet firmly and lift it up high to let it float down gently on my bed. That is how I imagine Jesus’ robe.
Healing floating down over me.
I might be all goofy on this one…wouldn’t be surprising…but I’m comforted by this image, blessed by the comfort of knowing that He is big enough to cover me and all my life…He is big enough to cover all of us and all our lives.
And, when I need Him (which is always) I only need to reach out for Jesus and He is there.
He is here.
Just reach out and touch Him.
Grab hold of Him. Be touched.