24 And the people grumbled against Moses, saying, “What shall we drink?” 25 And he cried to the Lord, and the Lord showed him a log (or, tree), and he threw it into the water, and the water became sweet.
There the Lord made for them a statute…saying, “If you will diligently listen to the voice of the Lord your God, and do that which is right in his eyes…I will put none of the diseases on you that I put on the Egyptians, for I am the Lord, your healer. (Jehovah Rapha)”
~ Exodus 15:24-26, English Standard Version (ESV)
Father. O, Father. So many times I have thought of your Old Testament people as fickle followers who crazily turned to their own handmade idols, time after unbelievable time — all while you never stopped hovering in a cloud of Love over them. “How could they not see?” I have wondered. Yet, maybe today’s idols are just more subtle? Do you look at me and yearn, because you want me to see?
This Exodus verse is a Word steeped in days before Jesus gave His broken body, poured out His blood for us. Days when you revealed how just trying to meet commandments could never “work,” because there is no way for us to “be good enough” for your holiness. And so… your Son took our place. HE became our Holiness. Opened the way for us to be cleansed, made us whole in all ways, blessed us to walk right into your Throne Room as heirs. Made righteous in and through Him. I am only just beginning to know what that truth – heirs made righteous – encompasses. A child of the king.
That’s why… I don’t believe you have “put diseases” on us since the Cross. Instead, our adversary (the devil) continues to roam this world, seeking those he may deceive or steal Jesus’ victory from… (John 10:10) And you want us to take your Word deep into our hearts…to combat lies (even sickness coming against us) with Who You Tell Us You Are as our overcoming strength.
In this passage, I hear Jesus wooing me today. Like a Singer tenderly crooning to my soul. Listen to My Voice. Follow Me.. Take My Hand. Believe against what seems logical… know… open up your hands and receive all I have for you. For I – I – AM the LORD, YOUR HEALER.
Exodus. The bringing of your people out of slavery.
And… on your say so, Lord… I lift up my open palms to You this day. I want to listen for you, hear Your Holy Spirit leading. Stand sure in your armor (Ephesians 6) with the belt of truth girding my core being, the helmet of salvation on my head, the sword of your word in my hand, the shield of faith thwarting all fiery darts of despair — that the devil’s deception cannot enslave me. I receive that Truth over all my needs for health. And thank you for it…before I actually see it come to pass –
Like the psalmist, I say — restoration… renewal… deliverance… victory… resound inside me! For YOU, O Lord, ARE My Healer. Thank you Jesus, for being the “tree” that TODAY makes your free gift of living water sweet! Amen.
Am I holding back from ways you want to heal me? Do I feel… unworthy… like it is possible for others, but not me? How can I know you more as God MY Healer?
© Pam Depoyan