God Healed My Son

I Peter 2:24:
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.

Our two young sons were riding their bicycles in the alley behind our home. It was a safe area, sheltered from traffic, and they were protected. I would check on them from time to time while they played. While I was inside the house, the younger one fell and hit the side of his head on some cement. His brother ran into the house to tell me. I ran to him and decided we needed to see a doctor. I gathered both children and drove to the emergency room.

There were tests taken and the attending physician came into our room afterward to tell me that my son had fractured his skull. He then left.

I prayed with both of my children for my son to be healed.

Soon the physician and a nurse came back to talk about treatments. They decided to take more tests. Soon they came back to say there was no evidence of a fracture and were unsure how that could have happened. They had proof of the fracture in the previous test results, but none of the same tests had any indication of damage now.

I told him I had prayed for my son and that God had healed him. The doctor did not believe me. He told me that wasn’t possible, but I told him that did not matter. What mattered is that God had healed my son and that we were going home.

God Honored Our Believing Prayer and Healed Me

James 5:16:
…The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

I was working as a test technician for a firm hired to investigate and determine the operational condition of a meat processing facility. As part of the investigation, I was working with a team to determine the condition of the plant’s electrical systems. We started our investigation in a large mechanical room which housed the refrigeration equipment for the plant. A section of the room housed a large portion of the electrical distribution equipment for the entire facility, and we were preparing our test equipment to collect the data that would be required for our evaluation and recommendations. My role was to determine the sequence of testing. As my partners were assembling the test equipment, I was looking at the electrical panels to see how we should proceed. As I stood behind one of the open panels, it exploded, and I was engulfed in the flash.

I could not see. I had been blinded. I touched my head and could feel the results of a severe burn, but I did not feel like I had been burned. I called out for help, and my teammates helped me to a chair and called for emergency responders. I kept rehearsing verses of scripture about health and healing in my thoughts. As the paramedics arrived, the pain began to set in and my vision began to return.

I was taken to a local university medical center that had a burn center, and shortly afterward my wife arrived. We prayed together, and I prayed that our local Way Corps minister would pray for me. I know him and that he believes that God answers his prayers. I was comforted in knowing that the two of us could believe together for me to be healed.

A few hours passed and he arrived. We prayed together that I would be healed and that I would be released from the hospital on the Fourth of July, just days away.

My case was referred to a visiting specialist in plastic surgery who was working with the university on an experimental procedure. I volunteered for the procedure and knew that my healing would be because God’s Word said I would be healed.

At 8:00 a.m. on the Fourth of July, I was discharged and sent home. I am healed. Others are shocked when I tell them this story because I do not have the same physical appearance that burn victims with my severe burns have. God honored our believing prayer and He healed me and protected me, just like He said He would.