Your Touch Brings Healing Not Harm

The house is quiet now, and your hands feel heavy with the fear that you will hurt the ones you hold. You pull back before the embrace, convinced that your touch is a stone, not a caress.

But listen — there was a woman who touched the hem of a garment after twelve years of bleeding, making everyone she brushed against unclean by the law. She reached out trembling, expecting rejection, expecting to leave a stain.

Instead, power flowed from the light to heal her, and she was called 'Daughter.' Your fear says you will leave a bruise. The truth says your touch carries the very thing that heals.

You are not the danger in the room. You are the light.