Touching the hem of God

In the streets of Capernaum, I carried the burden of a name that had haunted me for a dozen years—the woman, with the issue of blood. My illness had left me weak. Without means, and hope always seemed out of reach. However, deep inside my heart, a flicker of faith persisted, leading me to the day that would forever change my life.

One morning, I heard whispers about a miracle healer called Jesus. Tales of His compassion and power to heal ignited a glimmer of hope within me. Somehow I knew in my soul that He held the key to free me from my affliction. Emboldened by faith and hope, I embarked on a journey to find Him and witness His power.

I pressed forward, inching my way through the immense crowd. I felt uncertain about how to reach Him in my state. Nevertheless, my yearning for healing overcame any doubts I had, compelling me to move on. As I drew nearer to Him, excitement mingled with apprehension in my heart.

I gazed upon the light emanating from Jesus, fully aware that this was the moment of my redemption. A simple touch on the hem of His robe, hold the promise of healing. With determination, I pushed my way through the crowd, feeling a surge of faith, with each step. The unwavering assurance of His power filled me with a sense of serenity. I knew I was on the brink of a breakthrough. 

Then it happened. Just as Jesus passed by, I reached out my hand, and touched the hem of His robe. A tremendous surged of energy flowed from my head to my toes like an electric shock. It was as if a river of healing flowed from Him into me.

In the blink of an eye, years of suffering vanished into thin air. All of a sudden, the constant flow of blood stopped. The pain and weakness that had plagued me for so long were completely gone.

As I stood there in awe, Jesus, looked around and asked, "Who touched me?" His disciples were shocked because everyone was touching Him. He persisted in his search for the person whose faith had summoned forth His healing power.

With fear and trembling, I stepped forward to reveal myself as the one who had touched Him. Then, with sincerity, I shared my testimony in front of the crowd. Jesus looked at me with compassion and spoke softly, "Your faith has healed you. May you find peace in your journey."
Tears of happiness rolled down my face. From that moment, my life took on a new meaning. I became a living testament to the power of God.

After this divine encounter, I felt forever grateful and loved because my Savior not only healed me but also gave me a new beginning. I am no longer defined by my past struggles. I am someone forever connected to Jesus Christ.

This story is taken from Mark 5:25-34, Luke 8:43-48. and Matthew 9: 20-22.