Childlike Faith

This weekend my brothers were over at our place. They arrived with excitement to see our new home and my kids were happy to give them a tour.

So, my daughter has been asking us to go to a trampoline park since her birthday. COVID happened and that was the end of schedules, parties, and things.

Next, it was summer. I teach Cindee how it is nice to use the free parks and lakes to play in the sand in the summer to enjoy the nice weather outside.

So we held off going to the “jumpy” park until fall. With a lot of kids, the price quickly adds up. So we wanted to make it a special occasion when we visited.

We thought it was a good time to visit while my brothers were in town on a rainy day. And Groupon.com was offering a special discount! Hey, I’ll take it!

Skyzone was a thrill. Even my 2 and 3-year-olds had a blast.

Then, nearing the end of their jump time, the unfortunate happened. Teyt twisted his ankle.

He hobbled (with the help of my sister) to the bench and laid down. His time of bouncing came to an end. He was in tears. The poor kid.

When we arrived back home he ate some supper and went to sleep.

Later he awoke and slid down the stairway to tell me his ankle hurt. He was in tears again. I asked him if he wanted pain medication. I was glad when he responded yes. I brought him some water with Tylenol pills. He refused to take them. I tried to bribe and coach him how to take the little, tiny, easy -to -swallow pills. He cried and said no.

Then I said, “Well, I don’t know what else to do for you teyt.”

Then I thought pray. (DUH! Of course.)

We got some olive oil from our kitchen cupboard to pray for his little ankle. Just like the apostles prayed for the sick people in the Bible.

And they were driving out many demons, anointing many sick people with olive oil, and healing them.
Mark 6:13

I started by asking him if he believed he would be healed when we prayed. In broken tears, he replied, “yes.”

I led him through a simple prayer. We asked God to heal his muscles, tendons, bones, anything that wasn’t normal to be placed back and that the pain would stop because by his stripes we are healed.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

When we finished he wiped his tears and he was thinking. I asked how does your foot feel? He said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

We lifted our hands and thanked God. This time I led him through a prayer of thanksgiving. Afterward he walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

In a few minutes, he yelled to me from his bed to come to him. This time he said his head hurt. (Probably from crying hard for too long.)

I asked if he wanted prayer for his head. He nodded yes.

We prayed again and God answered our prayer again! He stopped and thought for a moment. He said, “my headache is gone. It’s gone.”

We praised and thanked God some more. God is our healer!

When Jesus became aware of this, He withdrew from there. Huge crowds followed Him, and He healed them all.
Matthew 12:15

God built his faith. I’m thankful for the impact this experience had on us. It was faith-building for me too!

Nobody can talk you out of an experience you have with God. You just know that you know that you know!

This root of faith is now a part of his foundation in Jesus.

Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:4

Have you experienced a miracle in your life that you will never forget? I’d love to hear about it.

Thanks for reading. -Tonya

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