Faith Over Chaos

We all know and love the story of the woman who reached out and touched the bottom of Jesus’ cloak because she believed—down to her bones—that if she could just get her fingers on Him, she would be healed. If you haven’t read it in a while, you can find it in three places. And if you want the version that really brings her suffering to life, go to Mark. That one hits different.

Matthew 9:20–22

Mark 5:25–34

Luke 8:43–48

This woman had been bleeding for twelve years. Twelve. Years. Let that settle into your chest for a moment. In her world, she wasn’t just sick—she was treated like a walking warning label. Anyone who touched her became ritually impure until evening and had to go through cleansing. So, imagine the isolation. The shame. The ache of being avoided, not because of who she was, but because of what she carried.

And yet—she had faith. Faith that if she could just touch the very edge of His cloak, even the tiniest thread swinging from the bottom, she would be healed. I believe she was reaching for His tzitzit, the tassels that hung from the corners of a Jewish man’s garment. That’s where the covenant lived. That’s where the authority rested.

She didn’t grab His sleeve. She didn’t tug His hair. She reached for the place that represented the Law of God—the very Law that had excluded her for twelve long years. She reached for His wings. She reached for prophecy. And I know, I know—this is the part where you might think I’ve lost it. But buckle up. By the end of this, you’ll be reaching for His tzitzit too.

Malachi 4:2 says, “The Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings.” (KJV)

The Hebrew word for wings is kānāp̄, which also means the corners of a garment—the exact place where the tzitzit were attached. She wasn’t just reaching for fabric. She was reaching for the fulfillment of prophecy. She was reaching for healing in His wings. If I could insert a mind‑blown emoji here, I would.

But we’re not done.

Because here’s the question we all ask: If she touched Him, didn’t that make Him unclean? According to the Law—yes. According to Jesus—absolutely not. Purity didn’t flow from her to Him.

Power flowed from Him to her.

The entire direction of impurity reversed in a single moment. The kingdom of God broke every rule that had kept her isolated. And then—He restores her.

He calls her daughter.

The loneliness, the rejection, the years of being unseen and untouched—He answers all of it with one word. Her healing wasn’t just physical. It was social. Emotional. Spiritual. She was restored to God, to community, and to her own identity.

That same restoration is available to us in the quiet places where we meet Him—our gardens, our prayer chairs, our war room, our whispered‑in‑the-dark moments. When we reach for Him, even with trembling fingers, He meets us with healing that goes deeper than we knew we needed.

So, dear friends—reach out. Ask Him for healing. Touch the hem of His cloak with whatever faith you can hold today. Jesus said even mustard‑seed faith moves mountains, so bring Him the little you have and let Him do the rest.

…Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 17:20 (NIV)

It might be physical healing.

It might be emotional or mental healing.

It might be the healing of a story you’ve carried alone for far too long.

It might be healing from shame that’s been whispered over you for years.

It might be healing from rejection that still echoes louder than truth.

He has it all.

And His wings are still full of healing.

Helping you find peace in the garden again— where He calls you “daughter” and restores what life has taken.