The pain was coming back, it began to eclipse her thoughts and plans for the day. She knew the gnawing pain would become unbearable soon, she didn’t want to be trapped inside the house again, alone. She looked inside her baskets and found a few coins, I will go to the market to buy bread while I have the strength she thought. As she walked her mind began to race battling the discouragement and fear, on how to make it through another day. She began to recount the money spent on doctors treating her with no lasting recovery. She has nothing left to give. Then her mind drifted to her family, busy with their lives had lost contact – seemly they had forgotten her. Her heart began to throb thinking of the broken pieces strewn everywhere throughout her life, with every step she felt more and more heavy. She whispered to herself – will there ever be a change?
In the distance she heard the commotion of a crowd. With wonder she drew near to see, her eyes narrowed onto a child. “Jesus healed my sister! She was dead but now is alive!” As she looked at this child she saw tears of joy running down her face. Hope slowly invaded her heart, she sensed something grab her heart – could he do this for me? Doubt began its convincing argument, like a torrent of rain it started “He is only a man – not a doctor! What could he do? You have spend all your money, do not embarrass yourself, you still have your pride!” The women interrupted the girl “ where is this Jesus you speak of?” The little girl pointed to a common man buried in the crowd. She had heard of the miracles of Mercy, rumor of the dead coming to life, hands being restored and leprosy dried up with a word, could this be the man? The potential of these thoughts began to strengthen her to believe, in a flash a new thought invaded her heart – something good is going to happen.
The crowd was very large and people were all around Jesus touching him and crying out to Him. If only I could touch the hem of His garment to get His attention, maybe he would have pity on me – this thought arrested her and she believed again. As she pushed through the crowd the crowd pushed back and she was thrust to the outside. She was small and had a little strength, how was she going to get to Jesus? As she looked ahead she saw a bend in the road, she moved with purpose and got on her hands and knees and waited for a break in the crowd. As Jesus approached she shimmied under the legs and feet of people like an animal. She saw His purple sash and stretched out her hand to touch it. As her hand touched His tassel, Jesus stopped. “Who touched me? Healing power has been released to a broken heart”. The women at the moment she touched the tassel a warm sensation went through her whole body. The pain was gone, the bleeding stopped, her bones didn’t ache and she could stand upright for the first time that she could remember. “I did” her voice trembled and quieted the crowd. She shook in fear not knowing what was going to happen next. She hadn’t felt this good in years. “Daughter your faith has made you whole – go in peace.” She looked into Jesus face and saw compassion and love that she had never known before. Before she could say another word the crowd had moved Jesus on. The women raised her hands to the heavens and began to sing and dance! Mercy’s miracle did not leave me the same way that HE found me – I am clean! I am whole!
There was many with Jesus that day, but few touched Him in faith. Are you in the crowd or are you reaching to touch him? In a moment, reaching out with a little faith, can change everything. Something good is prepared for you today!