First Prayer
Today, the coolest thing happened. I smashed my finger into the door! Now, I know you are probably scratching your head on this one, but hang in there with me. To add insult to injury (literally), someone is probably thinking “into” the door, what does he mean by that?
To explain, as I was walking up to the door of the house, something slipped out of my grasp. I went to catch it with my other hand and in the process, went a little overboard and jammed the tip of my finger into the door. Not the most insidious of afflictions, I’ll admit, but it made the end of my finger go numb and it felt like the nerve was affected.
My wife and son were in the house waiting for my return. So, I thought I’d ask him to pray for my finger. In my experience, the faith of a child is powerful. However, in the past, when we have asked him to pray for something or to say grace at the dinner table, he always bowed his head and closed his eyes and then began to move his mouth but there was nothing audible.
Today, however, he spoke this simple prayer:
Please heal daddy’s finger, in Jesus name, amen.
That was, to me, a wondrous thing. That day, my finger was healed. God is good! And I am blessed by my own son!