Article July 18, 2011 Issue

My healings!

Rachel

One time, our pet hermit crab disappeared and I was very upset. I was very attached to this little crab. It was getting dark and cold, a storm was coming that night, and he might not survive. My mom reminded me of the movie The Polar Express where the boy believed and wonderful things happened! She said, “Let’s believe that God will direct us to the hermit crab.” So I sat down, and I listened to God. Suddenly I jumped up and had an idea where my mom and I should look. We walked to that area, and there we found hermit crab tracks. Finally, right before it got dark, we found the crab clinging to a bush.

Another time I was windsurfing. I got really frustrated because I couldn’t tack. So I threw down the sail. And just then I slipped and fell. My ankle got caught in between the mast and the board. It hurt, but instead of crying, I prayed. I knew that God was with me. Then I got the strength to get up, get some speed, tack, and go back upwind to my mom, dad, and my friend. My ankle stopped hurting. When I got back to shore and thought about it, I saw how being frustrated and throwing down the sail was wrong. I knew my ankle didn’t hurt anymore because I was with God!

The other day at soccer practice I was practicing goalie when I sprained my finger. It turned purple and blue. I got a splint, but my finger still hurt. My mom helped me remember that I was an expression, or reflection, of God. Since God is not hurt, neither is His reflection. She read kids’ articles from the Sentinel to me. I prayed really hard, and by Sunday I could bend my finger again and make it touch my palm. The swelling was all gone. By the next Saturday I was able to play my favorite position—goalie!

About the author

I like to play soccer, ski, and read. I’m an only child, so I have lots of hobbies to keep me busy. We have two dogs, two horses, two cats, and five fish. I love to travel too! We live in Washington State in the summer, Utah in the winter, and we go to Mexico in January and February.

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