Memorial Box Monday: Her Ankle

Yes, I am aware its Tuesday, but I wanted throw this post in before another week went by.

This is a time to remember God's wondrous works on our behalf and help us not to forget what a Miracle-Working, Mountain-Moving God we serve. For more, visit Linny at http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com.

Last week, I was visiting with some new friends at our local health foods store when we noticed 3 small kittens wandering around on the sidewalk just beyond the window. A young teenage girl was with them along with a cardboard box. One of my friend's children found out the girl was giving away the kittens and wondered if she could go play with them. Her mother said yes. A little while later, we mothers joined them and began talking with the girl.

The girl by this time had her sister and brother sitting on the sidewalk on either side of her. My friend's children were gathered all around and I had 7 month old Zuzu on my hip. We began to speak with the girls about the Lord and they said they did know Him. My friend told them to listen for His voice because those who belong to Him hear His voice and they follow Him.

As she went on, I found a little tract with Psalm 91 on it and I handed it to the eldest sister. I explained it a little, telling them that God is our refuge and He cares for those who love Him.

Then, I noticed that the eldest sister had an aircast on her ankle and I asked her about it. She said she just got her real cast off and now has this cast on and her ankle had been throbbing all day. She was in pain.

"Can I pray for you?" I asked.

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"Father, in Jesus' name, heal this ankle completely, let there be no pain and let this be a testimony to her of how much You love her," I prayed.

Afterward, she smiled a little and said thank you. None of us really moved. Then, my friend began speaking to them again and encouraging them in the Lord. I felt a little like a coward since I hadn't asked her to move her ankle in faith or anything. I was afraid nothing happened.

But then, I decided, Okay, Lord, You could have done it, so I'm gonna go for it.

I told the girl, probably about 16 years old, if she would stand up and try her ankle out. I told her I had seen Jesus heal people before (see my other Memorial Box Monday posts).

So, to my surprise, she stood right up, bent and stripped the cast off her leg with zeal. (I wasn't prepared for that! :)) Then, she stood back up and rocked from foot to foot. There was no indication she felt any pain whatsoever. She looked at me as a slow smile spread across her face.

I said, "Try to walk on it."

So she stepped out and began walking around on that ankle and there was NO LIMP or anything!!! She was not in pain. Praise Jesus! Thank You, Father!

Excitedly, I exclaimed, "Jesus healed you! See? God really loves you!" For some reason, she needed to know that that day. I praise the Lord. Her smile at that moment was precious and dear to my heart.