“Her intimates’ parts were bleeding too much, so much that it was impossible to hide even if her body was hidden under three types of underwear.
“She weren’t even hiding anymore, now she were fleeing, fleeing from everything and everyone. Pursued by the authorities, police and even the same Church that almost considered her a heretic for daring to do what she was doing, but she didn’t yield under the pressure, something inside her knew that this was her chance; was the only, sublime chance… and most likely to be the last one. Was daring to dream it possible so bad? Was she really worthy of death to breathe some fresh air after twelve years of confinement? She knew that it was an opportunity that couldn’t let pass; maybe it was that only opportunity that made her to venture that far, maybe it was the brightness of hope that spread into her brain traveling mercilessly in every nerve of her body and made her run while she hide her sin with all her force”.
“Where is him?… I have to find him. Only he can, he is the only one who can help me …” the weak voice of the woman were lost between the noise and tumult of so many people, “I know nobody listens to me but they can see me and find out what happens under my clothes…” a pain a desperation shout shook her voice and face while heavily she fell to the ground, the pain of so much remembering had confined her memory and as if it were a horror film she reminded so much suffering, so many drugs that strange hands offered to her, like if they were the magic elixir of her freedom, but it was all a fraud, a shameless fraud. Now her body was worn after twelve years of excessive blood loss and a sick soul because of so much pain and frustration, she desperately ran through the city ground streets, searching the man that for almost a magical error, which would have been the Divine Mercy tired of hearing her clamors has decided to end to such cries, let her hear his name. From that moment the man’s name had became her obsession and delirium, she dreamed his face and smell, the touch of his clothes like if they were the sweetest flower of the field.
She didn’t have money, goods, or any more dress than the one she was wearing, she didn’t have anything else than that piece of dignity that refused to die even at the expense of the same society and the laws they cataloged her as dirty and worthy of being eaten alive in hell. A viscous liquid stained her right hand. Yes it was there: crimson red, like smiling triumphantly after so many battle years. It was really ironic that the same liquid which her life depended, was the same liquid which she was worthy of death. A red puddle appeared under their skirts and a desperate instinct stood up as she tried to hide the trail that would condemn her forever. Cheers and a crowd guided her eyes and as a telescope she visualized the man in front of her, she knew it was him, voices cheered the man and her heart sank when she trembling tried to approach him. The crowd was too much but it was too late, she was determined and nothing could stop her, deep breath and she enters like a wolf searching its prey through the bushes, amidst the entire crowd even knowing that one mistake will mean a painful and cruel death. All her senses were focused on him, nothing else mattered. The colors of his clothes appeared in front of her and his aroma penetrate her senses as if it were going to devour them, she was ten inches away from him, she couldn’t wait longer, she had to do it, was a matter of life or death. “If I only could touch the hem of his garment …”. A thin but firm hand touches the hem of the man’s garment. The man stops shocked, he recognizes that something has happened. Power has gone out of him.
“Who touched My clothes? Someone has touched me, because I perceive that power has gone out of Me”. The voice was powerful and strong but sweet at the same time, was a unique blend of fairy tale. She was on the verge of a nervous collapse, without knowing if it was because the fear of being discovered in her heroic daring, the emotion of discovers with her own hands that the blood had stopped or for the fact of seeing face to face the man which had left such a Power.
“It was me Lord” said the woman as humiliated because of her former condition she prostrated at the feet of the most Powerful man who ever walked on the face of the earth.
“Daughter, your faith has healed you,” Jesus told her, “go in peace and be healed of your disease and your affliction.” The Miracle was accomplished. (Mark chapter 5)
That’s what caused this unusual Miracle? FAITH. None miracle happens without FAITH. NONE. The FAITH is the solid foundation of a Miracle.
The key for Miracles
Without FAITH ever get a Miracle. Believe is thekey of the life in the 21st century. The only “impossible” is what you refuse to put in the hands of God. When we understand that God is real, we live differently way, aware that everything is under His control and everything will be fine. The darker darkness is only the prelude to a powerful miracle. God is a specialist in Miracles. All we need you and me, is a personal encounter with Jesus. That’s what happens when we pray, we have the opportunity to meet with Him. If we can have the courage to get into the crowd and even more, to have the audacity to touch His garment, will be profoundly impacted. Any level of Miracle is possible for those who believes in Jesus. There are no limits. Whenever we approach Jesus in Prayer, a Miracle will be our reward. And if you do not believe me, ask a woman that no longer has blood flow.
“God before you I bend my knees, tired and dejected by the world. I am very tired by the life, but today I decided to dare to snatch a Miracle from you. I extend my hands to touch you, please, let me touch you today Lord. I receive my Miracle today in faith, without doubt, without reasoning, without fear. I recognize that Jesus is my savior and died for me on the cross to forgive my sins and give me your forgiveness and eternal life. From today beloved Jesus, you are my only owner and personal savior, I trust exclusively in You to go to heaven. I give you what I am, and everything what I have, I surrender to you, please, receive my life and take control of my life, I promise to talk with you daily precious Holy, Spirit, Amen. “