I was about three or four years old and spending the weekend with my grandparents. My grandmother and I had gone to the co-op grocery store to pick up a few things. I remember I was eating Chili Cheese Fritos when it happened. She was buckling me in for the ride home and somehow I got all four of my fingers in the way of the slamming car door. I remember her opening it and crying with me as we drove off. As soon as we got home, she liberally poured consecrated oil all over my fingers and prayed over them before putting me down for a nap. The next thing I remember is waking up from a three to four-hour nap and feeling no pain. Upon further inspection by my Grandmother, there were no marks or bruises on my hand either. I am grateful for a Grandmother who led me to the Lord, but I am more grateful for a loving Savior who hears our every prayer.
Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.
~ James 5:16
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