Christ was following a servant who needed His help to save his master’s young daughter, who was sick and dying. As they walked through the crowded streets with the twelve apostles following, a woman heard they were approaching where she sat.
This woman had been sick with an issue of blood for twelve years. She had spent all her money on different doctors and treatments but found no relief. She was weak, and she was running out of money and time. Her heart leaped inside her when she heard the man called Jesus was now walking towards her.
“If I can just touch His clothes, I know I will be healed,” she whispered to herself. She sat up, and carefully watched for Him. He came into view, surrounded by the twelve and other followers. With the little strength she had left, she stood and jostled as close to Him as she could. She quickly reached out and touched His robe just as He passed.
Immediately Jesus stopped.
“Who touched me?” He asked the disciples. Someone had accessed His healing power, He had felt it.
“Master, there are people all around you! We have all touched you,” said one of the disciples.
Then Jesus saw the woman crouched on the ground and smiled.
“Daughter, be cheerful, your faith has healed you,” He said, kneeling to meet her. She smiled too and was healed. Jesus turned and continued walking, following the anxious father to his house.