Dear Sentinel,

with contributions from Elizabeth Wennerstrom, Steven R. Wennerstrom

One Christmas I was sick to my stomach. But then I thought, "'Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.'"^{John 8:32.} I knew I was well spiritually. Then I felt well physically.

Another time I prayed was on an airplane ride with my dad and my stuffed bunny, Flopsy. When I was on the plane from Kansas to Minneapolis, I looked out the window and that stuff. But when I went from Minneapolis to California, where my grandma lives, I noticed Flopsy was gone. There was about seven minutes left to load. My dad went to find her. I said she was by the TV, but when my dad came back, he didn't have her. He said he didn't know where she was.

I cried. My dad talked to me a little while, and I prayed on the plane. When we got to San Diego, we put her name in a lost and found report. On Monday we got a call on the answering machine saying Flopsy was getting mailed safely the next day. Now she is at my house again.

Elizabeth Wennerstrom
Overland Park, Kansas

The healing on Christmas Eve was the first time Elizabeth's mother and I can recall that Elizabeth prayed for herself. I affirmed God's complete dominion over illness, recalling the Bible verses stating that man is made in God's image and that all God made is very good.^{See Gen. 1:26, 31 .} She soon resumed her activity without any indication of illness or discomfort.

When Elizabeth's favorite stuffed animal disappeared, we discussed the fact that nothing God gives can be taken away or stolen. Knowing she was feeling hopeless, I mentally denied hopelessness. God is always in control, and what He gives us is spiritual and is ours forever. We all rejoiced when a man called to say that his daughter had found Flopsy and that he would mail it to the address on Flopsy's collar.

Steven R. Wennerstrom

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