Sound familiar? Maybe too familiar?
This tired, weak woman who had been suffering for years had come to the end of herself. There was only one thing left to do.
Tons of people crowded around him. People who would normally walk the other way. People who would guard their children from being exposed to her presence. But not today. Today, in this moment, they were obsessed with him. And if the stories were true, she understood why. She took advantage of the pushing and shoving, and hid in the shadows of the swell created by the men and women shouting his name. Jesus! Jesus! If she got low enough, and stretched far enough . . .
Rough fingertips touched the fringe of his garments. She gasped, then held her breath. It was done.
And . . . she. was. healed.
I'm sure a cocktail of shock, disbelief, gratefulness, fear, and awe churned in her gut. I can almost see her shaking hand cover her abdomen and glance up in wonder. Twelve years of bleeding and now, it had stopped.
But, that wasn't the end of the story.
"Who touched me?"
The disciples might have laughed at Jesus's question. All of them touched him.
But he wouldn't accept their answer. Yes, he knew they all had touched him. But one particular person needed to come forward—to be seen.
I can almost hear her rapid heartbeats two thousand years later.
The God she longed to touch—saved her. For years, she had suffered and no doubt, she had experienced anger, confusion, and sorrow. The echo of "WHY!?" must have bounced off the walls of a humble dwelling.
Had she been physically healed? Yes. But better than that, he had seen her. Trembling, she confessed, stepped forward, and lay before him, testifying to what had happened. God incarnate recognized her faith, and told her to go in peace.
A woman who had been sick, destitute, shunned, starved, hopeless, and hidden was now set free by Jesus, the One who not only saw her, but called her from the dark places of hiding into the light.
Jesus didn't choose to heal everyone. People who knew him died during his ministry. People who loved him died while he made others well. But . . . Jesus knew what they didn't understand. His work on the cross would bring ultimate healing for everyone who accepted Him. From the pharisee to the thief. From the Jew to the Gentile. From me to you. No one was excluded.
Yet, while we are here in the midst of the broken, God still sees you and desires that you live out His purpose. To love Him and to love others. Step into the light. Be seen and allow the Great Physician to do a work in your heart. A work that no accident can take away, that no bad cell can kill, that no malicious crime can rob you of.
Matthew 10:28 explains, "And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul . . ."
The Lord looks down from heaven;
he sees all the children of man;
14 from where he sits enthroned he looks out
on all the inhabitants of the earth,
15 he who fashions the hearts of them all
and observes all their deeds.
16 The king is not saved by his great army;
a warrior is not delivered by his great strength.
17 The war horse is a false hope for salvation,
and by its great might it cannot rescue.
18 Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him,
on those who hope in his steadfast love,
19 that he may deliver their soul from death
and keep them alive in famine.
20 Our soul waits for the Lord;
he is our help and our shield.
21 For our heart is glad in him,
because we trust in his holy name.
22 Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,
even as we hope in you.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.