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Mother's healing prayer, a son's choice
My son, Joel, and his buddies in middle school loved baseball. One time, between games, I was sitting in the bleachers when a couple of the boys came to tell me Joel had just run into an uncut wooden board that had been left protruding from the recently repaired scoreboard. I began to pray and went to him at once. His friends and I helped him to the car.
I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital or to go home where I would pray for him. He chose to go home and have me pray. Before we left, I asked his friends if they would know that God is Love and that He was taking care of Joel just as He was taking care of each of them. Even though his forehead had a knot the size of a baseball on it, they all heartily agreed.