Holding on to the hem

and begged Him that they might only touch the hem of His garment. And as many as touched it were made perfectly well. Matt. 14:36

Yesterday I heard it said of a man that he “prayed like he was holding on the the hem of Jesus’ garment.” When I was little I would grab the end of my mother’s dress so we wouldn’t get separated. How assuring to go through life clutching His garment, to feel the fabric of His presence against the palm, to be connected to the One with the power to heal, protect, and save.

Lord, I’m holding on.