by Linda Veath Cox
It was just one of those mornings. I awoke with a seemingly endless problem threatening to take control of all the thoughts in my head. Threatening to heap another dose of daily disappointment upon my already overloaded emotions. I reluctantly crawled out of bed and started my day.
I settled in for morning devotions. And read the following verses:
Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any, came from behind and touched the border of