‘Jesus ignored her.
The disciples came and complained,
“Now she’s bothering us. Would you please take care of her? She’s driving us crazy.” Jesus refused, telling them,
“I’ve got my hands full dealing with the lost sheep of Israel.”
Then the woman came back to Jesus,
went to her knees, and begged.
“Master, help me.”
(Matthew 15:23-25 MSG)
God Most High does not treat everyone the same. The woman begged for help. You see, like you and me Sweetheart, we must speak of what has hurt us; otherwise the war-beast leaps out in our nightmares in horrific fits of brutal anger. And, when we hold it in, refuse to speak of it, it will try to chase out of us the Spirit moving across the fields of our heart.
The woman was desperate. Mothers snap when their young is being threatened. She had heard of the Healer. She knew His ways. She did not mistake His silence for a lack of love.
You, too, DearOne, must not mistake His silence for a lack of love.
Stay the course. Hit Him up again, and again, and prepare your heart for His answer in a most unexpected way.
“Master, help me”.