She was desperate.
Despite the crowded streets of Jerusalem that day, they both pushed through to complete their tasks. Jesus was on a very important mission. So was she.
She had been bleeding as many years as the young girl Jesus was heading to visit. Strange coincidence? What else did they have in common? Twelve years seemed to be the only similarity. But there was something else.
They were both daughters.
Her issue of blood had left her an outcast. Unable to worship. Unable to sit beside someone, sleep with someone, be touched by someone. Touching was forbidden for those labeled “unclean.” It is possible she was always alone. No family, husband, children. She was erwah which meant “broken” in so many words.
Not only had her body been bleeding for twelve years, her heart had been too. She had exhausted all of her money in desperation to find one doctor who could heal her, but rather than healing, she suffered more pain and loss.
Desperation. Strangely, it is a good place to be. It was for this unnamed woman.
Have you ever found Jesus because of desperation? If so, write Him a letter of thankfulness for the desperate place. You might be in the thick of it now. Thank Him. He wants to heal you.
Love you my friends,
As Jesus was on His way, the crowds almost crushed him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years , but no one could heal her. She came up behind Him and touched the edge of His cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped (Luke 8:42-44).