I had been waiting six weeks to get the cast off. My two oldest sons were a few steps up on the stairs looking at me earnestly.
“Can we play with you now, Dad?”
“OK, I guess, but we need to take it easy.”
When the cast was cut off, the doctor had said it wasn’t quite healed and that I should not be horsing around. But my kids loved to play bull riding. I had bucked my oldest off my back six weeks earlier and he had landed heavily on my hand, making a break on my left thumb above the upper knuckle. I even got a cool glow-in-the-dark cast so I could thrill my kids after the lights went out at bedtime. Now it was off and my oldest perched gleefully on my back, ready to get bucked off as usual. A few bucks and a turn move, and yep, he came right off…onto my same thumb! I felt it crack; I had broken the bone once again.
I was on all fours on the floor with my head tucked down, holding my left hand underneath me, when my children chirped in.
“Dad! God can heal it!”
They looked at me with those beautiful faces full of believing.
“Well, why not?” I thought. I had ministered healing to many folks over the years and seen a few miraculous, instantaneous healings. But for myself? Not yet.
“OK, I’ll pray,” I said.
They closed their eyes, whispering in tongues with their lips moving like kids do at that age. Wow, pure-hearted believing. Still bundled up on all fours on the floor, I tucked my head back down and began to pray out loud.
“Father, thank you in the name of Jesus Christ….”
The bones went back together before I finished the first sentence; I was instantly healed.
In this ministry of The Way, I learned the foundation of my power of attorney using the name of Jesus Christ. And, I have been able to experience the pure-hearted believing of children.