He was coming to her village, and she knew what she must do. The throngs of people crowded Him on every side, and she thought. . .
If I can just reach out and touch the hem of his garment, I can be made whole. . .and so she did, and the moment she touched Him, she was restored.
Dear Lord, give me this kind of faith, knowing all it takes is one small touch on my part. . .You are there waiting. Wishing faith, love and hope to each of you, my friends.