Author's Note: This was written as I was reading one day. I admire the courage and wisdom of this unnamed woman in the Scriptures. It is taken from the Gospel of Matthew, the New International Version. It is very abstract, I realize, but I write like that.
"Hear Me"
"Oh, mother, it hurts!" the young girl cries. "Mother! Help me, mother!"
Her body jerks around on the floor, as if pulled by an unseen forces, and her pain is makes her scream.
"I am here, my daughter," the widow soothes to her daughter. The widow turns her face toward Heaven, "Oh, God of the Chosen people, save my daughter!"
"Woman, He cannot hear you! Filth, daughter of Canaan!" the demon snarls from within the frail body of the little girl. "Stop calling Him."
The widow, grey and withered, bows next to her daughter's helplessly tortured body, crying to Jehovah.
He will hear me.
"Stop it!" the demon roars. "He will not hear you!"
"He will hear me," she whispers to it. Her voice is strong, but not loud. "Just as He heard Rahab, Jael, and Ruth, He will hear me!"
She stands and begins to run, not from her daughter's demon, but to something—Someone.
Only God controls the direction of my feet.
She runs down the road leaving the village. She sees a group of people. She hears a voice. Yes—Jesus! The miracle-maker! She could see Him walking with his followers on the path, just ahead of her.
He will hear me!
"Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me!" she cries aloud. "My daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession!"
He does not say a word to her. He keeps walking on. His followers say something to him. He shouts to her, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel."
No! "Lord, help me!" she says as she falls to the ground at His feet.
He will hear me!
His kind eyes penetrate her soul. He says to her, "It is not right to take what the Father has given at the children's table and feed it to their dogs."
He will hear me!
"Yes, Lord," she says, "But, Lord, even the dogs lick the scraps off the floor that have fallen from the table."
Her hope and faith are strong, yet she struggles to keep them stronger. The eyes in her heart are on her daughter. This Jesus claims to have power – His power is from God Himself.
Nay not only that, He says He is the very Son of God. He can heal my precious lamb.
He will hear me!
The Christ smiles, "Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted."
He has heard me!
Her hearts leaps for joy within her as Jesus and His followers continue their journey.
He has heard me!
With renewed strength, hope, and faith, she runs back to her home. As she goes, she praises the God of Abraham's children, the God she will now and forever call her own.
She reaches home as the sun sets. There is the girl, lying on her mat, peacefully asleep, no longer to be tortured by the evils.
As the mother fetches water to wash her daughter's physical pain away, she smiles quietly to herself.
He has heard me.