I don't think it's hyperbole to say that "All torturing questions find / Answer beneath those old grey olive trees." The answers that linger there with Jesus in Gethsemane may not be exactly what you would have hoped for, but they are the answers you need.
"I had no idea of what it'd take to catch those deeper glimpses of your fierce and fiery grace, your glory both blinding and warm, or what it'd cost." But now I know.
She had a story to tell. It was the story of a God who raised both dead bodies and dead hope.
"Jairus wanted to push the woman aside, take Jesus by the hand, and continue their trek back to his house. Jesus held her hand and her gaze as if she were the only person there."