Beauty For Ashes
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Last published Sat, May 4, 2019
Dirty, cast down, rejected. Sarah feels no hope. But as God's plan unfolds, she finds that Yahweh has not forgotten her. She has hope and a future place in His plan.
This short story is based on the below Scripture verses. I did take some liberties with it but did my best to stay true to the Biblical accounts.
Luke 8:43-48 And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any,
Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched.
And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me.
And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people for what cause she had touched him and how she was healed immediately.
And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.
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