Yesterday, I didn't hear the snap, but I felt it. Fortunately it wasn't me. Unfortunately, it was Karsten (4 years old). In a hurried moment, when he was very sad and wanted to be carried, I picked him up by his little hands. I've done it lots of times before, but this time I felt something happen in his little left hand.
For nearly the next 10 minutes, he was unconsoleable. I felt horrible and made preparations for someone to do my duties at the evening service so we could go to the ER. Karsten didn't move his left hand. He held it tenderly with his right hand. He made screams at the slightest jostle that were terrribly out his character, and we knew something was really wrong.
While everyone was loaded in the car, and I was carrying him chair-style out to the car (to his much grief), we stopped to pray on the porch. I quickly prayed that he would be comfortable again soon and that God would show him grace.
We turned and went to car where I carefully put Karsten into Chrissy's lap…at which point he reached out and gave Chrissy a hug with both hands. From that point on, he admits that it stopped hurting, and he started using it again. At the end of the church service, I found him in his classroom crawling.
There are a lot of things this could have been. It could have been an overreaction on my part, but generally I am too low key. But if it were a healing directly and instantly from God, I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge my greatfulness at His greatness and my amazement at His provisions.
"I know that the Lord is great, and that our Lord is above all gods. Whatsoever the Lord pleased, that did he…" Psalm 135:5-6a
