Last night, I experienced one of the most amazing healings of my life (so far). I have included before and after pictures in this post. Kristin’s healing may be the most amazing healing I have witnessed so far, but some of my friends argue that the Tiffany healing or the Mexico healings are more dramatic. I’ll let you decide. Kristin is a Master-At-Arms in the United States Navy (Naval Police Officer).
Here is the story in Kristin’s words:
Having never broken a bone in my body before, I can now say that I have. It wasn’t the prettiest way to break a bone, but it has an interesting twist. This story begins with me standing watch on a pier in a bullet proof shack and nothing but time to kill. While my watch was inching closer and closer to its end, my urge to use the restroom grew stronger and stronger. So strong, in fact, that I couldn’t sit down cause I needed to pee so badly.
So I called my supervisor and told him to come close it early so that I could use the restroom. While I waited for him to show, I packed my things and began to close up my guard shack. When I went to close the door, it got stuck. I gave it a little extra push and it went sailing shut, crushing my left hand between the handle and the door frame. I knew instantly that it was broken.
I heard the pop of a breaking bone and felt the sharp pains and pin and needles go up my left arm. I could no longer move my hand or fingers, and I wanted to scream so badly. I refrained from screaming so that I didn’t create a scene and proceeded to growl instead. The good thing about this whole situation is that the urge to pee was no longer present and all my attention was focused on my newly broken left hand. I spent the next seven hours in the emergency room to be told that I broke my third metacarpal and would have to be in a cast for the next six weeks. Not fun!
It’s been almost a week since I broke my hand and I still had no movement in my fingers. While attending a business meeting for my other job, Jorge asked Chris if he would be willing to work his “Mr. Miagee” tactics on my hand. Chris agreed to do it and I agreed to go along with it.Chris sat me down in a conference room and began to briefly explain what he was going to be doing to me. During his explanation, we were interrupted and was asked to attend a manager meeting we were not aware of. Chris told me “just remember everything I said.”
After the meeting, Chris and I went back into the conference room and continued where we left off. This time, Chris had brought Roxanne into the room so that she could explain her experience with me and to share mine with her.
At that point, Chris had Roxanne put their hands on my arm and he began to pray. He was praying to God asking him to heal my hand in the name of Jesus Christ. As he was praying, the pain in my hand began to subside. The pain subsided to the point where there was none and I began to get the “pins and needles” affect in my hand.
After he finished his prayer, he asked me what I felt and I told him. At this point I started wiggling my fingers and slowly opened and closed my hand, something I was unable to do before. He asked me where it hurt the most and I pointed to where the bulge was of the broken bone. He began to pray again. He asked God to fuse the bone back together and to heal my hand. As he was praying, I began to feel this indescribable feeling in the back of my hand where the broken bone is. As he was asking God to heal it, God began to heal it. He finished his prayer and asked me to describe what I felt. It was difficult to describe what I had just felt, but the best way for me to put it was a pulsating feeling in that bone.
Prayer after prayer, Chris and Roxanne sat there and I felt the healing powers of God. During one prayer, Chris stopped in the middle and said that my hand had just gotten really cold. I felt that same sensation just as he was saying it. My right hand was warm, but my left hand was freezing cold. I would get these waves of warmth and the bruises on my hand would grow dark. Then I would get the pins and needles, then my hand would go cold and my bruises would lighten up.
Staring at her hand as each healing sensation occurred, Kristin would exclaim: “This is crazy!”
For about 30 minutes Chris and Roxanne prayed for my hand. By the time we left that conference room, I could open and close my hand, I could lay my hand flat against the table, the pain was gone, the bruises faded, and best of all, I typed this story with fluid movements of BOTH hands.
This is now me (Chris) writing: I wonder how this story affects you, the reader. It is with amazement that I read Kristin’s words TYPED WITH WHAT SHOULD BE A BROKEN HAND!!! How do we go back to “business as usual” when a God LIKE THIS wants to love us so much? The great thing about this story is that God has been getting Kristin’s attention for the last two months. Last night she admitted to me that if God had NOT been getting her attention recently, “there is no way I would have let you pray for my hand.”
This is her status update on Facebook today:
God reached into my heart and began healing my hand last night…it was amazing the sensations I was feeling while it was happening. I wish I could describe it!
To God goes ALL the credit and honor. Our God is a merciful healer! Let us step out in faith and BE His healing hands as we expand His Kingdom!