Terrified, she pressed her body tightly to the cold stone wall of the alley. She closed her eyes and pled with the Almighty to keep her hidden until the right moment. She placed her hand to her chest hoping to calm her breathing and racing heart. This was her last and only chance of living a normal life.
For twelve years, she suffered this dreaded malady. Shunned. Judged. A lonely, isolated life. No one really knew her. No one cared. She was bleeding and therefore considered unclean. Untouchable.
God had been her only friend. Sometimes it seemed as though He left her. She was ashamed to admit the times of doubt. Then God would reveal Himself to her, in little ways, making sure she knew He had not abandoned.
Something, no, Someone, told her to come today. To meet Jesus, the Healer. If anyone found out she was unclean—she shuddered at the thought. Act normal. Act. Normal.
She heard the crowd before she saw Him. Looking as if on a mission, they strode quickly through the streets. I see Him! She couldn’t move. She could barely breath. She could see His eyes. His eyes held compassion she had never seen. If I could just touch His robe, I know I’ll be healed.
Willing her feet to move, she joined the passing crowd. Closer, I just need to get a little closer. She was so close to Him but yet could not reach Him.
Edging her way toward Him, she knew this was her last chance. Desperate. Determined. She reached as far as she could and lost her balance. Falling toward Him she reached one last time. Her fingers grazed the edge of his robe.
Suddenly He stopped. Slowly, He turned to find her on the dirt street peering up at Him. Her eyes pleading, yet joyful.
Bending down, He met her. His face was transformed by a lazy smile.
“Daughter,” He said softly, “be encouraged. Your faith has made you well.”
At that, He gently helped her to stand. He healed her. Jesus, Son of God, touched her—a touch. No one had touched her in twelve years. Oh, how she longed to feel another's touch.
He held eye contact for what seemed like eternity. Those kind eyes. Those caring and loving eyes. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you. Still smiling, He nodded slightly and turned to continue on His way.
She stood in the street for a long time—wanting to burn every movement and action into her memory. She didn't want this feeling to end. Hope. Joy. Overwhelmed. She was healed. Praise be to God!
She lifted her face to the bright, warm sun. Birds sang and merchants went on with their business. Does anyone know what just happened? Will anyone understand? Slowly, she opened her eyes and danced home.
Read the real miracle in Matthew 9:20-22
Great song about faith: What Faith Can Do by Kutless