The woman could be any one of us.
Her gender is unimportant.
She could be your boss.
Or your husband.
Or your boyfriend.
Or your friend.
She was broken.
And had tried every thing she could think of to make her condition better.
And therein laid the problem:
It was her solution.
And the solution of others.
Sometimes we are like her but our sickness is spiritual.
We try everything to bring ourselves peace…
to bring healing to our wounds…
to silence our pain.
A new job…
A new relationship…
A new adventure…
A new spouse…
Or maybe we lock ourselves away from others.
We throw money at it.
Just like her.
And what happened to the woman also happens to us:
Things only get worse.
God lets us try everything in our power to heal ourselves.
He does this to bring us to the end of ourselves…
to the end of what this world offers.
And just like her, when we are at our weakest and at the moment of our greatest shame…
We catch a glimpse of Jesus.
All she did was walk towards Him.
“If I could only get close enough to Him to touch His robe…”
Her options are out.
She is desperate.
Her posture is one of humility.
If only we were like her.
We would make the move to get closer to him…
if only to touch his robe.
All we have to do is put one foot in front of the other.
And reach out.
And we will be healed.
“Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace. Your suffering is over.”
Her deepest shame and greatest suffering were over.
Because of her faith.
And so it can be with us.
If only we would humble ourselves,
And reach out…
And touch the hem of his robe…
If only we would believe.