11”x14” Charcoal on Paper
The moment she touched His hem...was the moment she touched His heart. She fought her way through the crowed to get to Him ...with all she had in her, she reached a little bit further than she thought she could go. In that moment, everything stopped, the crowd disappeared in His mind...in that moment there was only her...there was only Him. His presence was fully with her, and fully healed her. And she gave her all to be near to Him...and her story, her struggle, touched the heart of our Healer that day.