When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?”

A few years ago when my 88-year-old mother, had a stroke, I called 911 for an ambulance so that she can be taken immediately to the hospital for an emergency. I then called family members and requested their prayers. The relatives who are close by came right away to be with me and my family. We prayed as we waited for more medical diagnosis. Church friends also came and visited my mom. It was inspiring to witness them praying over my mom as they probably saw my worried look.

I thought I was alone. Yes, years ago I thought I was alone in facing the challenges of life. Later on, when I realized that there are others who are in the same boat, my perception changed. As I got to meet and know people, I began to understand that everyone longs to be understood and loved.

I failed. Yes, I have experienced failures over the years. I have missed the mark. I have fallen short. Yet in God’s goodness, I found grace in the midst all of the failures.

It is that season of the year when people remember their loved ones who have passed away. My mom and dad died several years ago. Yet, I still miss both of them.

Mother’s Day. Many are looking forward to this day to celebrate mothers. Yet, we know of friends who struggle with this day.