The Answer to My Need
By: Donna Haug
September 23, 2003
A long, deep sigh escaped from my lips unnoticed as I slipped on my sandals and prepared to leave my home. I wasn’t quite sure where I would go today. I didn’t have any money left. All my life’s savings had been used up and none of those so-called doctors or ‘alternative therapies’ had helped me one bit. Where could I go for help? I couldn’t just sit alone in my house and waste away!
The energy drained from my body just from the effort of preparing to leave home. I felt so weak and tired all the time. Could it possibly be that twelve years had passed since I had felt the first symptoms of this debilitating illness? Yet, I could barely remember what it felt like to be energetic and healthy. As I shuffled along, my heart cried out, “My God! Surely there is somebody who can help me?! But even the church leaders want nothing to do with me because I am ‘unclean’! Have mercy on me, oh God!”
Slowly I approached the main street of town which led all the way from the lake up towards the area of town where the rich folk had their large manicured houses. It was useless to head up that way. Everyone knew my situation and avoided me like the plague. I decided to head towards the lake hoping the breeze off the lake would revive my strength and maybe inspire me as to what else I could do.
As I turned down the street, I heard a great commotion. What was going on in town today? A large crowd was coming up the road and seemed to be surrounding someone important. Unwilling to deal with a crowd at this point, I decided to rest on a rock beneath a shady tree. Who could possibly draw that much attention?
Suddenly I saw one of the synagogue rulers was leading the way up the hill, and following him, surrounded by the noisy throng, was the object of everyone’s attention. It was Jesus! All of a sudden, my thoughts became jumbled. Jesus! I had heard of how many miracles Jesus had performed. Everywhere He went stories seemed to follow Him of lame people walking and blind people seeing. My heart started pounding loudly in my ears as the crowd approached the place where I was sitting. Could THIS possibly be the answer for me?
Fear almost overwhelmed me as I remembered the reaction of some of the synagogue rulers when I had gone to them for help. Surely this man, Jesus, was a great man of God. What would He say? As the crowd reached me, determination welled up within my heart. This was my only chance! If I could get close enough to even just touch the hem of His cloak I believed that I would be healed. No one had to know! There were so many people around. It took every ounce of strength I had left in my body to push myself through the jostling crowd to where Jesus was walking. Nearly stumbling in my fatigue, I was able to reach out between the disciples and I touched the bottom of the robe of Jesus. Warmth spread through my entire body instantaneously! Strength poured into my arms and legs and energy flowed through my being like I had never experienced! It worked! I was healed!!
Suddenly, Jesus stopped short and looked around Him. Now I was in trouble for sure! I hid behind the disciple closest to me and groaned in my spirit. What would happen to me now? I had been unclean and I had touched the Master! Maybe He wouldn’t see. I heard Him say, “Who touched my clothes?”
The disciples looked at Him like He was out of His mind. “Who touched you? You are surrounded by these people who are all trying to get close to you and you ask who touched you?”
But, Jesus kept looking around and I knew in my heart that I had to confess what I had done. My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure everyone could hear as I slowly stepped out from behind the disciple. I knelt down at His feet, trembling with fear, and told Him what I had done. Would He reprove me? Would He be angry with me? I looked up into His face ready to beg for forgiveness when my heart was captivated with His eyes of love. Such tenderness and compassion filled that look like I had never seen before in my life! Then I heard the words that ring still in my mind like an incessant, joyful bell, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
With tears streaming down my face, I remained kneeling where I was as He moved on and the crowd melted around me in their hurry to follow Jesus. A prayer of gratitude and praise welled up within me. “My God, You heard my prayer! You are a holy and powerful God. Yet somehow you love me! Thank you! Thank you!” I jumped up from the ground, dusted off my robe and headed quickly back to my house. I had a lot to do! There were corners of that house that hadn’t been cleaned in years! There was a garden in desperate need of attention. With a song bubbling on my lips, and a little jig in my step, I headed back home – a much changed person, both inside and out, from the one who had left just a short time before! Jesus was MY answer!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Praise God, Donna! This was wonderful. The best part about it all is that if we just have the same faith this woman have, He can still answer all of our needs today! Thanks so much for this beautiful reminder. ~Mary
Donna, great job of making us feel the hopelessness this lady felt - and her joy at being healed. (And no risk of spoiling the surprise for others by spilling her name - she's unnamed!). Enjoyed this! ~ Violet