BY LOUISE DES BORDES
She picked up the brown fabric she’d washed over a thousand times and wrapped it carefully around her body. Folding it twice around her waist and tying it across her shoulder. She’d never felt so nervous.
TODAY, THINGS WOULD
She’d been feeling more anxious than usual. For three days now. She hadn’t understood why until she heard the news. Then it all made sense.
This time, things would change, she re-affirmed. Though she had no reason to be hopeful, she would push past her doubts. She’d said those words over a thousand times- and nothing had ever changed. Instead, she was always left crushed and broken like a lone vessel washed ashore from the vengeful wrath of wicked waves. She had no reason to hope again.
YET TODAY, THE SUN
SEEMED TO SHINE
BRIGHTER THAN IT
HAD IN DAYS..
As the wind brushed against her cheek, she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting out a deep sigh. This time, things would be different..
THE ATMOSPHERE WAS TENSE AND THE AIR WAS THICK
She set off on her 3 mile journey. She’d wrapped her grey scarf around her head for fear of being recognized. She didn’t want to risk it this time, the last time she was there she’d been flogged and almost stoned to death.
The cruel nature of humanity was something she had been used to most of her life, and for some reason or another, she had the grace to persevere. She didn’t want to think too much about that right now. The past was the past.
TODAY, HEAVEN WOULD
SMILE AT HER.
The main streets were empty and the crowd had gathered in the district close to the sea..A sharp pain sheeted through her stomach with a terrible intensity. She felt weak and nervous. Fear gripped her as she knew what could be coming next.
NOT NOW, PLEASE,
I’M TOO CLOSE…
Please. Spare me from this pain today, she whispered as her lips trembled. Ignoring the pain, she held on to her brown cloth and walked briskly towards the crowd. Her rich dark hair which hid underneath her headscarf lay plastered on her face now, drenched from sweat.
Her stomach heaved and a wave of nausea threatened to knock her unconscious as she pushed through the desperate crowd.
She was tossed left and right as she continued to shove her body towards the direction they were fighting through.
She couldn’t see much because of the sea of bodies pushing passed her, but she could sense that he was near now.
THE VIOLENT CROWD,
SHE LET HERSELF
BE SWAYED FORWARD.
And then she saw it in a flash. A glimpse of His robe. So close..
“IF I CAN JUST TOUCH
THE HEM OF HIS GARMENT,
I WILL BE HEALED.”
she said to herself.
And with her last strength, she hurled herself in His direction and as she fell to the ground she stretched out her hand and caught a piece of His robe as He glided through the crowd..
And we all know how the story ends..
The Woman With the Issue of Blood
( Mark 5:25-34, Matthew 9:20-22, Luke 8: 43-48) was healed after 12 years of living with her disease!
Another poignant depiction of crazy faith.
Have a blessed week
Leaving you with this verse:
And He said to her, ..
.your faith has made you well. Go in peace. Your suffering is over. – Mark 5:34 NLT