​Depleted, destitute, outcast, the unnamed woman dared to reach through the crowds to touch Jesus’ robe, certain she would be healed.  She had been bleeding constantly for twelve long years.  Her assets were gone—spent on doctors who left her worse than ever. 
Desperation.  Even desperation requires courage, and she took what was not offered—she maneuvered through the unfriendly crowd for just one touch of the Rabi’s garment.  Immediately, she was healed.  Immediately.  After twelve years of crushing illness, her body was healed.  Her faith and the courage to reach through the inhospitable crowd healed her. 
The astonishment doesn’t stop there.  Jesus’ great wisdom did not let her slink away from the crowd to bask in her new found health but perhaps with the burden of taking what was not offered.  He asked who? “Who touched my robe?”  He waited for someone to confess.  Trembling, she courageously broke through the crowd again and dropped to her knees, admitting what she had done.  Jesus gave her an even bigger gift.  “Daughter, your faith has made you well.  Go in peace.  Your suffering is over.”
Hmm.  Not only a clean bill of health, but a peaceful, grateful heart for all her days.
I’ve read this account in Mark 5:25-34 many times, but never paused to consider the courage and faith it took for this unnamed woman to defy the dictates of the time. 
Talk about resilient women!