
The Hem of His Garment, via Pinterest
I do not even desire it.
I am weary of you.
Perhaps I do not even believe in you.
But look on me in passing.
Hide yourself for a moment in my soul,
put it in order by a breath
without my knowing it,
without saying a word of it to me.
If you want me to believe in you,
give me faith.
If you want me to love you,
give me love.
I do not have any and I can do nothing for it.
I give you what I have:
my weakness,
my sorrow.
And that tenderness which torments me
and that you see so well…
And that despair…
And that crazy shame…
My pain, nothing but my pain…
And my hope!
It is everything.
Marie Noël, 1883 – 1967, French Catholic poet
The Westminster Collection of Christian Prayers
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Mark 5:25-34
And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years.
At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him.
“You see the people crowding against you,” his disciples answered,
But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it.
He said to her,
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Question
When have you been desperate for God to intervene in your life or the life of someone close to you?








