My healing of a bad burn

“Favour,” my mom said, “please take the pot of boiling water off the stove and bring it into the dining room.” 

As I carried the pot, I called for my sister to open the door for me. But when she didn’t come immediately, I gently placed the pot on the floor and reached for the door. I opened it without realizing how close the pot was, and as the door jostled the pot, I felt hot water splash onto my leg and ankle. The pain was shocking, and all I could think about in that moment was how bad my ankle would look and how long it would take to heal. I was also frustrated and upset with my sister. 

When I looked at my ankle, I saw that my skin didn’t look or feel right. I told my mom what had happened, and she comforted me and helped me by covering the burn with a bandage. Remembering all the healings our family has had in the past, we knew we could pray right away.