Chapter 31: Estelle's Best Friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Estelle smiled shyly as she took the basket of fruit from Samuel. He was to come over later that night along with a few others from the synagogue and she was bound and determined for him to know that she was ready to be his wife. Even her mother could not compete with her fig dessert. For Mavy, compliments came easily, especially when it came to her family, no shame to speak up, so she needn't worry to be having to brag her self up, contrary to the teachings she'd learned from her youth to let another praise her, not herself. Her eyes sparkled underneath long lashes, turning away into the busy streets, her brows furrowing as she saw Leah's father running up to Jesus, pausing only to worship Him before blurting, "My daughter is even now dead, but if you would lay Thine hand upon her, I know she shall live!"

Faith came easier for some.

Estelle didn't notice the figs fall from her hands in a clump to the dusty street. Samuel stooping to recollect them, attempting to hand them back to her but she was oblivious, her face falling, forgetting all about her purchase, hiking her robe just above her ankles to give a wider stretch as she ran as fast as she could to the ruler's house.

Samuel frowned, watching her, figs still in his hand. He shrugged, not having heard the ado, setting them aside. he would bring them later.

Jesus arose, and followed him, and so did his disciples, the men moving through the throng. It took everything in the ruler not to shove them out of his way. Leah was his only child!

Now, on the same street, Giselle moved along. To her belonged an issue of blood, continual bleeding, now in the twelfth year. She ought to have been used to it, hopeless even, and in some ways she had. She'd spent her life savings on doctor after doctor hoping against hope to be healed of her infirmity. Pain dropped her to her knees for the hundredth time, it did her issue no favors, continual bruising that never healed. She knew Jesus was a Healer. What better place to be, she consoled herself, blinking back tears. So many people rubbed and pressed against Him, but none was at His feet.

She reached forth her hand, not thinking twice. He is my only hope now, she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole.

As she felt her blood dry up, Jesus also felt that virtue had gone out of Him. He stopped in His tracks, looking about the throng, "Who touched my clothes?"

Judas sniveled, "You see that there are this many people, and you want to know who touched You?"

Knowing what was done inside her, Giselle feared and trembled, telling Jesus the truth.

Knowing what was done inside her, Giselle feared and trembled, telling Jesus the truth

"Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague."

While He was speaking with Giselle, Hishek came forth, waving his arm sadly, "Jairus, Leah is dead. Why trouble the Master further?"

Jesus touched Jairus' arm, "Be not afraid, only believe!"

Jairus had done so thus far, but now?

"Come, Peter, James, and John," Jesus pressed forward to Jairus' house, hearing the weeping and wailing of those about. "Why make ye this ado, and weep? the damsel is not dead, but sleepeth."

Estelle lifted her head from her hands, her eyes red, shaking her head bitterly at those who could so easily turn from wailing and mourning to laughing scornfully, even as Jesus put them out, taking only the three disciples and Leah's father and mother, entering into the deceased's room. Leah was twelve, years younger than her, but the sister she'd longed for. To Jesus, death was merely falling asleep, waking up to life everlasting, or hell's fire. There was no in between.

Leah's hand was limp in His, as He took it in His, "Damsel, I say unto thee, arise."


Leah blinked, yawning before flushing and hiding a smile, gazing up at Jesus, who lifted her to her feet. Astonishment fell upon those gathered.

Astonishment fell upon those gathered

"See that no man know it. Now," He smiled, "Feed the girl!"

Departing from the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, Jesus came unto the sea of Galilee, through the midst of the coasts of Decapolis

Departing from the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, Jesus came unto the sea of Galilee, through the midst of the coasts of Decapolis. And they brought to Him one that was deaf and had an impediment in his speech. "Lord, won't You heal him?"

Jesus took him aside from the multitude and put his fingers into his ears, and he spit, and touched his tongue, and looking up to heaven, he sighed, how foul sin's curse. "Be opened!" And straightway his ears were opened, and the string of his tongue was loosed, and he spake plain.

And he charged them that they should tell no man: but the more he charged them, so much the more a great deal they published it; "He hath done all things well! He makes the deaf to hear and the dumb to speak!"


Submitted: July 30, 2019

© Copyright 2020 Jessica Gallant. All rights reserved.


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