Just a touch from the hem of the garment of Jesus. The tassel on his robe. That is all she wanted. She had heard He was there and she had such hope and a belief. She had spent all of her resources on doctors. None had been able to help her, and the Word says that she only grew worse. I guess some could say that she had come to the end of herself. She had no more resources from which to draw. She was in a place of desperation. Desperation, but yet there was a hope.
She had suffered for so long ~ 12 years. She believed that He could make her well. She was shunned, unclean. Yet she had enough hope to go there that day, and to struggle through the crowd just to touch his cloak. She was probably weak for the condition she had dealt with for so long. She knew that she was facing ridicule, that her uncleanness was thought to make everything she touched unclean. There were throngs of people, she must have had to push through them, touching many along the way. But she was willing to risk it all to get to Him.
When she was within reach, she reached out and touched the hem of His garment. Immediately her condition was healed. And she knew it! And Jesus knew it. He felt the power go out from Him. "Virtue". He asked who touched him. The disciples must have laughed, almost scoffed, after all the crowds were so thick, many are touching you! People were probably pushing and shoving their way to get a glimpse of him and many were probably brushing up against him. But He persisted, and trembling, she fell at His feet and told him her story. How frightened she must have been ~ she, who was unclean, was touching Him????
And what were His words? He told her that her faith had healed her ~ go in peace. What a witness to the people in the crowd that day.
I want to cultivate a faith like that. Always be filled with HOPE, knowing that just a touch on His garment is all it takes to make us whole. This reminds me to reach for that hem, knowing that it is HE who is my all in all. Always. Reach out for your Messiah today, no matter what you are going through. Come to Him with faith, believing. I know I will reach and cling to that hem.
She only touched the hem of His garment
As to His side she stole,
Amid the crowd that gathered around Him;
And straightway she was whole. Oh, touch the hem of His garment,
And thou, too, shalt be free!
His healing pow’r this very hour
Shall give new life to thee!
She came in fear and trembling before Him,
She knew her Lord had come,
She felt that from Him virtue had healed her,
The mighty deed was done.
He turned with “Daughter, be of good comfort,
Thy faith hath made thee whole“;
And peace that passeth all understanding
With gladness filled her soul.
by George Frederick Root
In His Love ~ Kim
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