And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling.

~Luke 8:47a KJV

She came to Him, crawling. If her declaration was voiced, it was softer than a whisper.

Because an issue of blood had plagued her, she was not permitted to come into a public setting. Therefore, she had lived in isolation for twelve long years.

Jesus had visited her town before. Consequentially, the townsmen anticipated His arrival. Jairus, the Synagogue leader, had an urgent need. His only daughter was dying. Jairus motioned for Jesus and knelt before the Master in reverence.

The woman seized the moment and pressed through the multitude as they stopped for Jairus.  The crowd became as a stampede, pressing close to the Master. Everyone wanted to touch Him. The woman flinched as her hands got stepped on time after time. Still, she continued to crawl forward.

As she came behind the Master, she whispered her declaration, “I… will… touch His hem…” and, as she grasped the tassels that represented the Word of God, faith rose in her spirit like a waterspout on the ocean. She felt healing virtue as electricity shoot into her body. The woman retreated, preparing to exit unnoticed. But then, He spoke.

“Who touched Me?”

“Master, the multitudes that touched You are still touching You,” a disciple answered.

“Someone touched Me with faith,” Jesus said, “for I perceive that virtue has gone out from Me.”

The woman, knowing she would be discovered fell at Jesus’ feet. “It is I,” she whispered, weeping quietly, waiting to be reprimanded for she was labeled as an unclean diseased woman. What will Jesus do to me now? she thought. She was no one of importance. She had been shut out of society because of the bleeding disorder, and to make matters worse, she was a commoner.

Jesus did not rebuke her. Instead, He lifted her to her feet, cupped her tear-stained face in His hands, and said, “Daughter, be of good cheer. Your faith has made you whole. Go in peace.”

Jesus had declared prosperity over her, both in the spiritual realm and in the natural realm. The woman realized she could live again in fullness of life.

Satan was the thief who had caused the illness and isolation. Now, not only had her body been made whole, her spirit had become whole as well, for she recognized she was a daughter of the King. With one faith-filled touch, and because she’d acknowledged Jesus is the Healer, her fate had changed.

Societal status meant nothing to Jesus. He valued the whisperer as much as He valued Jairus’ daughter. The Master continued His journey and raised Jairus’ daughter from the dead. But first, He had taken the time to raise the woman who’d had scarcely enough self-esteem to whisper.

The whisperer, whom no one valued, had been recognized by the King… To Him, she was precious and as important as the noble woman’s daughter.  And now, she was also healed. It was a moment that would live on in her life, and that would be remembered by generations.

Friend, why is this story recorded in the Bible? You, my friend, are precious to Jesus and so am I. He loves us regardless of our wealth, health, or any other factor. And just as He was available to the woman with the issue of blood, He is as close as a whisper to us as well…

Take a moment to reflect on the value Jesus places on you as the Bride of Christ. Thank Him.

Lord Jesus, help me to remember that to You, I am royalty.

Amen. 

Genre: Biblical fiction.

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