I just got back from New Orleans. I was there for a week just to tell people that God loves them and to pray for them. I was with a group of about 35 college-aged kids.
As we prepared to make our 3 mile walk from the hostel to Bourbon Street, one of our sisters screamed out in pain.
Her foot had been accidentally stomped on by another sister who was acting out some strange dance routine. Her foot turned purple.
She had busted a blood vessel.
Our “nurse” for the trip highly recommended that she stay at the hostel and rest. This news deeply saddened Lindsay because she had such hope for what was going to happen that night.
All 35 of us gathered around Lindsay in faith.
Laid our hands on her.
Prayed.
Opened our eyes and looked at her foot.
Healed.
Her foot was just as normal as it was before the accident.
No purple, no pain.
Healed, instantly.
rlowenfield
