“Ask for physical healing? Or spiritual?” Was my big debate as the line drew closer and closer to Ken. “How on earth are you going to describe all the questions your hearts longing for God to answer right now? Just tell him about your hips.”
Then it was my turn. It was wonderful to be prayed for for healing, but as the prayer came to an end my heart screamed to God to please have something for it as well.
Then the words came. Were they really from Ken? Because I heard Jesus- standing there holding my face in his hands speaking to the questions of my heart, and like a caring Father, confirming and directing me. I sobbed in his embrace and felt healing where I needed it most.
I also wept at the words He had for friends. It felt like Bible times where Jesus touched and healed and spoke and loved on the crowd. No one was turned away.
Just one touch.