My cousin, Danny, from his younger days.

Last time I introduced you to Donna, one of my first cousin’s on my dad’s side. Today I’d like to tell you about my first cousin on my mom’s side – Danny.

Danny and I lived a good portion of our childhood two houses away from each other. We were almost inseparable.
We’d both stay at our grand-parents house and spend our days swinging on vines across a gully, building tree houses, shooting bow and arrows, and blazing a trail in the undiscovered forest near downtown Highlands.

Danny was there when I fell out of the tree and broke my arm. By the way, that was the first time our parents left us both with our grandmother.
Danny was there when I was shot by a steel tipped arrow under my left eye.
Danny was there the time I was swinging on a vine, hit a reed-type plant and splintered it into my ankle. After Uncle Charles failed to pull it out with a pair of needle nose pliers, another trip to the doctor was required.

It seems like I was very accident prone.

Over the years I also broke my big toe, sprained an ankle, slid off the hood of a moving car and broke my elbow, broke another toe, stepped on nails, shut my thumb in a car door, caught my thumb in a coke machine, tore my rotator cup, and I got snake bit.

Looking back over the years, I spent a lot of time at the doctor. With all those breaks, cuts, abrasions, and bruises, my body has aches and pains when the weather changes. And it changes every day!

The doctors may have been able to sew me up, set bones, wrap a cast on my arm, prescribe antibiotics and painkillers but they could only do so much. Don’t get me wrong; I’m thankful for the medicinal healing ability of all the doctors. Yet I feel all those old wounds more and more as I age.

I recall the story of Jesus with a huge crowd of people around Him. A woman in the crowd had suffered for twelve years with constant bleeding. She had suffered a great deal from many doctors, and over the years she had spent everything she had to pay them, but she had gotten no better. In fact, she had gotten worse. She had heard about Jesus, so she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his robe. For she thought to herself, “If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed.” Immediately the bleeding stopped, and she could feel in her body that she had been healed of her terrible condition. Mark 5:25-29

Notice she suffered a great deal at the hands of the doctors. But one touch of just the robe of Jesus and she was completely healed.
Doctors can only do so much and they can hurt in the healing.
Jesus can only do completely and there is healing from your hurt!