Master, in all that vast surging crowd of people jostling each other in order to get a view of the wonderful man in their midst, and even pressing upon him in their rude inquisitiveness, there was but one poor, suffering woman who understood His mission and tested for herself the power she believed Him to possess. Blessed Lord Jesus, this sick and sorrowful sinner shall be my guide to your feet this day. I rejoice to know that her touch of faith must have been the result of your own divine love and compassion. Your hand must have moved her heart, or her finger would never have been laid on the hem of your garment. You must have awakened within her the desire and the trust which produced such happy results. This poor sinner's sad case, dear Lord, is a sweet incentive to all those who would believe on Your name. For you did graciously draw this sin sick, soul sick, unclean creature to yourself that you might bestow on her both pardon and healing. Oh, will you not repeat the miracle at this moment, Lord? I am needing the exercise of your omnipotent power on my behalf and I'm now stretching forth trembling hands of faith to receive the blessing you alone can give. Obey me, touch and live. Amen. Susanna Spurgeon.