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By Debra Brand
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The wedding celebration in the square yesterday had consumed my last hopes of a future. Twelve years have passed and still no answers.
My betrothed had left me years ago. He needed a son, he said. He would not wait. I released him.
I had seen many priests with no answers to stop the bleeding. Hidden sin, they said. But with each sacrifice, nothing happened. The apothecaries tried a new herb, a new remedy to no avail.
I am at the end, broke and broken.
“Unclean … unclean!” I cry when I wander the streets.
The light reminds me of hope. I pray again for relief to a God who doesn’t seem to hear me. Why not me? Is there some sin like the priests have told me?
I hear hurried footsteps outside. Whispers are louder and more frequent. Going to the window and lifting the covering, I notice the townspeople heading towards the edge of the town. What is happening?
I donned my black hooded coat and made sure I protected my clothing from the flow of blood. Opening the door, I was amazed at what I saw and heard.
The crowd had grown so much I could barely find space to tag along. I heard them say, “He’s here!”
“He’s come to our town!”
“It’s the Teacher!”
I had heard of this man who had done many miracles. Could he be from God? Is He the One who was foretold by the ancients?
The people swarmed around this man. Shoulder to shoulder, the people stood in front of me so I was unable to see. I searched and searched for a spot to get closer. Someone pushed me to the ground. There, I was able to see through the legs to where the teacher had stopped.
I crawled and slithered towards the center, ever reaching out my hands to get closer and closer. ‘If I could only touch the hem of his garment, I would be healed.’ I believed.
Almost there, someone stepped on my hand but I was undeterred. My soul, deep within, urged me onward until I saw his garment edge. I strained and strained until finally, I touched the fringe of his robe.
In an instant, I felt some kind of sensation coursing through my body, restoring and healing. Every sound around me became muffled and quiet. I felt the flow stop.
I heard Him ask, ‘Who touched me?’ His attendants were incredulous. ‘Who touched You! Everyone is crowding against you.’
Jesus replied, “Yes, but I felt power surge through me. Someone touched me to be healed, and they received their healing.”
Trembling, I arose and came before Him. My clothes were filthy. Broken nails pained my skin. I fell at his feet. The townspeople gasped as they saw how close I was to everyone. “Unclean, unclean!” echoed in my mind.
I looked up. His eyes, his eyes looked so deep into mine I felt He knew me inside and out.
“I’ve been bleeding these twelve years and no one could heal me. I have no money left. But, I knew, if I touched you, I would be healed.”
Jesus responded, “Beloved daughter, your faith in me released your healing. You may go with my peace.”
Luke 8:43-48 TPT
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