One night, I was watching television when a commercial advertising flu relief pills came on. Not very long after that, I began to feel sick with some of the symptoms the commercial had described.
I was giving my cat, Charlie, one of my killer hugs—which Charlie normally loves! Then my iPad fell off the counter and scared Charlie, who got up very quickly and leaped over the back of the chair. As he did, he accidentally scratched my eye.
I want to tell you about the time I learned that prayer can heal. When I was about six years old, there were these things on my knee.
Once, I was playing outside with my grandparents’ horses. I was chasing Tryfan, the Welsh pony, and we were playing together.
Michael loved his nightly bedtime story. One evening before bed, his mom read him an old Irish folk tale.
It was summertime when my foot started hurting. I showed my mommy the part of my foot that didn’t feel good.
When I was a little girl, I loved bedtime. Mom read a story to my brother and me, and then I curled up in my soft bed, safe and cozy, and fell asleep.
One day at Sunday School my stomach was really hurting. At the beginning, I was only thinking bad thoughts about how much it hurt.
My friend and I were camping with her family in the desert, and we were having the best time. During the day, we got to ride dirt bikes around a dry lake bed.
One night my family was roasting marshmallows, and I put my stick with the marshmallow on the end into the fire, because I wanted my marshmallow to burn. I like it like that.