It was after a church service on Christmas Eve two years ago when I fell on slippery ice. It was hard to breathe. I was scared. My mom and my dad thought I had broken ribs. That night I had to go to the E.R.
A man was there who had a mom in the hospital. The man did not know Jesus, so I told him that I would pray for him. He gave me a pen, and then he left.
After he was gone, I went to get my x-ray. My ribs were not broken! I was so relieved! I got to keep my copy of my x-ray.
When I got home, I prayed for the man. I wonder if he got to know Jesus?