CAN CHILDREN HEAL?
I fell in love with the Holy Spirit at about age 5, not by church-going,
nor following orders, but by taking a chance on God.
I had already experienced numerous remarkable healings and proofs of God’s care prior to that; but then one balmy summer day in June I felt deathly ill. Everything in me hurt so badly that I wanted to go to my mother and say WAAAAHH! I spotted her with my dad and grandparents, sitting under a lilac tree, reading the Bible together. Not wanting to disturb them, I lay back in bed and determined to try to endure the now-unbearable pain. I attempted to pray, but wound up…just listening. “God created you perfect, in His image and likeness. Can God have a tummy ache?” “No.” “Then, get up!” I tried to raise myself, but the pain was too much to bear. “Try again!” this inner voice shouted emphatically. As I struggled again to lift myself up, the excruciating pain began to withdraw a bit. It was still mind-numbingly difficult. I pushed and pushed and puuuussshhhed myself…all …the…way…..up! I was up!! There was no pain! It was completely gone and I felt ecstatic. Then God told me not to tell anyone about my experience just yet: keep it sacrosanct for a month or so as it will serve me well all my life. And so I did.