Mark 5:35-43 changed me.
“…‘Behold, I make all things new.’…”
Revelation 21:5
Jairus’ Daughter: An Ongoing Story...
But, The Most High also understood life would bring its many different changes in my faith development.
“Search me... and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”
Psalms 139:23-24
And, like the uncomfortable physical growth spurts, there would, likewise, be some awkward stages concerning The Divine, image associations, and my imperfect recovery process.
And, no, back when I was intoxicated by this spiritual experience and all of its heady promises of renewal, I hadn’t counted on that.
I hadn’t counted on the constant NEED to challenge my beliefs, my perception of faith, my definition of recovery, and just, what exactly, I believed both the figure of the Savior and the dying girl alike, were supposed to represent for me?
The “arise” now transcends eating disorder recovery for me. It speaks to the deeper healing of my faith.
“Behold... is there anything too hard for me?”
Jeremiah 32:27
Again, the word, “arise” means “to emerge; become apparent; stand up; get up.”
Healing cannot be pigeon-holed.
We “emerge, become apparent, stand and get up” in our attitudes, stages of life, and the faith actions we take, step by step.
But it still doesn’t change that our faith and recovery walks often feel abstract, at best.
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12
Unique personal rising is usually not clear, much like Hyett Moore’s painting.
We may feel like the rain-steaked window.
Jairus’ daughter means different things to me now than it did years ago.
Now, it challenges me to look at nothing at face value: recovery, healing, faith, and default settings of what first comes to my mind on any subject.
It’s challenging and painful. Yes, it is.
Nevertheless, if we return to the rain-streaked Hyett Moore painting, we see that, despite its smudgy image, unclear, open to interpretation, it is still the image of healing.
That image of healing depicts each of us.
The challenge is to locate, for us, just what our own “abstract arise” looks like and rise to that reality.
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