based on Mark 5:25-34

As I tried unsuccessfully to push my way through the clamoring crowd, I was roughly shoved into the burly man next to me. With a sinking heart, I realized I couldn’t maneuver any closer.

 Everyone had come to see Jesus, whom we had heard so much about. People said He could make the lame walk and the blind see. I hoped and prayed He could do the same for me, because I had a medical condition plague me for 12 miserable years.

 Desperate, I had given every precious penny I possessed to every doctor I could find, but none could help me. Some only succeeded in making it worse.

 When I looked around at the hot, dusty crowd, I saw that I was not the only one who had heard of Jesus’ miracles and come to be healed. The enormous crowd was filled with the sick and injured.

 Hope sprang into my heart as Jesus began to walk my way. Soon He was close enough to touch! If only I could touch His clothes, I would be made well, I thought.
 With hope, I reached out and touched His soft garment. Joy flooded over me like a wave. I was healed!

Jesus turned around and asked with a calm voice, “Who touched My clothes?”

My heart began to hammer. What if He gets angry? What if He takes the healing away? I fell down before Him, quaking with fear. “I . . . I did,” I stammered with tears beginning to blur my eyes. “And . . . and I was healed.”

“Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace and be healed of your affliction,” He said warmly.

Praising God, I dashed home, anxious to tell my family what had happened. And I would tell them that I have a Savior and so could they!