MiraclesThis miracle may not actually be a miracle, but I cannot think of anything else to call it. A girl had messed up her shoulder somehow on my dorm floor. I had seen her every once and a while and I always wanted to pray for her, but I was scared to. I did not want to fail and then she is driven even farther away from believing in God. I also did not know if she was Christian. Anyway, about a week after seeing her with her shoulder, I was walking through the lobby when I heard the staff talking about lowering her bed because she could not climb up in it anymore. I thought to myself that this was my chance. This was a sign. So, I walked up to my dorm and saw her with her door open. Before I went in, I prayed in my room for courage and bravery to walk in there and heal her. I knew God wanted me to pray for her, so I walked in her room. A CA, her mom, and two of her friends were in there. I made myself say, “Can I pray for your arm?” It was probably the most awkward prayer of my life. None of them were Christians, and I did not even feel God at the moment of prayer. I left feeling unsatisfied and she did not gasp or say she felt warm. I felt like I had failed and that maybe I did not have enough faith or belief. I had no idea what I did wrong. I felt that because I had the courage to go into her room and announce that I was a Christian and that I wanted to pray for her, God would help me heal her. Anyway, after I got back to my dorm room, I laid down in my bed and asked God what I had done wrong. I felt tired, then suddenlyeverything started to get fast and loud, like how things sometimes do. I usually try to get rid of that feeling, but this time I decided to embrace it. I started speaking in tongues and prayed for Lexi’s arm again. It was super powerful, and I had to whisper because in this state, everything sounded like a shout. I wondered if anyone was hearing me. After the episode was over, I felt better and thought maybe that throughout my life, those little episodes of everything getting fast, was God’s way of inviting me into the spiritual world. It has happened maybe 20 times in my life, but this was the only time I prayed during it. I felt to powerful, like chills and warmth at the same time. I really believed that Lexi’s arm would be healed that next morning. I did not hear anything from her the next morning, so I am not sure if it healed or not. I cannotbelieve it would not be healed. I put so much prayer and power into healing her arm, I do not know what I could possibly be leaving out. The only thing I can think of is that God has a different plan for her, maybe this injury is needed so that I introduce Jesus into her life, then after waiting for her arm to heal, she turns to Him herself. God’s plan is way more powerful than any healing I can do, so I will just have to trust that He knows what He is doing.
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