This happened one weekend while I was staying with my sister at grandma and grandpa house out in the country. It surprised me, in a good way. I was probably 2nd or 3rd grade at the time.
I was in the garage with grandma, nanna we called her, my dad's mom. She had a ladder and was trying to get something down from up high. As she came down the ladder she slipped! Fell several rungs right down to the cement floor. Somehow in the fall her ankle twisted hard.
I tried to help her up, but she couldn't stand, the ankle was too hurt. I was scared, she seemed calm though. Without missing a beat she told me " David, pray for me".
Now I was scared.... I had seen dad pray for lots of people, it was becoming common to witness instant healings, but this was different... Me? Right here? Right now? Really?
She repeated " pray for me" in that insistent matter of factly grandma tone. "ok" I hesitated.
In some nondescript timid way I came up with the words I had heard dad say. "in Jesus name be healed" or something to that effect.
"ok, thanks" she said as she easily stood up, without the slightest hesitation or pain, and walked out of the garage. I stood there, amazed. What had just happened? She was hurt bad, but she just walked out perfectly fine, no limp. Nothing. I looked at the ladder, and the now empty room.
Really?
