AN 'INCREDIBLE HEALING' OF A WRIST INJURY

What a surprise when I found myself flat on my face on the pavement next to my vehicle! I was showing homes to new clients, and we were at the first house on our tour. As I turned to get out of the car, my heel caught in the strap of my purse. I was stunned as I hit the street full force. Not wanting to cause my clients any concern, I dusted myself off and proceeded to show the house. My hand was hanging awkwardly. With a little effort I was able to slip the hand into my suit jacket above a button, and I completed the tour of three more homes.

What I really wanted next was some quiet time to pray. My whole life I had depended on God to meet any untoward circumstance, and I was confident that a healing was not just possible, but assured. By this time I was in considerable pain and was holding back a torrent of tears as I headed to my office. Because of a list of appointments and obligations that would have inconvenienced many by my absence, I couldn't go home. As I pushed through the door of my very busy real estate office, several agents could see that I was in need of help. As I tried to explain the incident to these very caring individuals, they were trying to whisk me off to the emergency care facility across the parking lot.

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