Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, “If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed.” Jesus turned and saw her. “Take heart, daughter,” he said, “your faith has healed you.”
—Matthew 9:20–22
I wake to the end of the miracle. That’s the mischief of miracles—they don’t always last. Everything I thought I’d left behind has come back for me. But blessed am I among women. I’ll never stop saying that as long as I live. Even though some days are less blessed than others. Backwards blessed. What others might call cursed.
