Luke 8:40-44: in context

A crowd presses around Jesus. Jairus, a ruler of the synagogue, falls at his feet, begging him to come and heal his dying daughter, and Jesus goes with him. But on the way, in the crush of the crowd, a woman approaches from behind. She has had a flow of blood for twelve years, has spent all she had on physicians, and could not be healed by any of them. She reaches out and touches the fringe of Jesus' cloak, and immediately the bleeding stops.

The woman's story is one of faith reaching out at the end of everything else. For twelve years she had suffered; she had spent all her living on physicians and been made no better; every other help had failed her, and she had nothing left. And in that condition, having exhausted every other resource, she reached out to touch the edge of Jesus' garment, believing that even so slight a contact with him would be enough. Her faith was not grand or public; it was a trembling, hidden reach from behind, in a crowd, for the mere fringe of his cloak. But it was real faith, and it connected with his healing, and immediately she was made whole. There is deep encouragement in this for those who come to Christ at the end of their own resources, when everything else has failed. The woman did not come to Jesus first; she came last, after twelve years and all her money and every other physician. But when she finally reached out to him, even with the smallest touch of faith, it was enough. Christ is not put off by a faith that comes to him only after everything else has failed, or by a reach that is trembling and hidden and small. The woman touched only the fringe of his garment, and the healing went out to her. When we have exhausted our own resources and every other help, the reach of faith toward Christ, however small and trembling, connects with a power that does not fail. She spent all she had and was not healed; she touched the hem of his garment and was made whole.

Do I come to Christ only at the end of my resources, after everything else has failed, and when I do, can I reach out to him even with a small, trembling faith like the woman's, trusting that the smallest touch of faith toward him connects with a power that does not fail?