“Hi, Rebekah. I was sitting at that table over there,” she points to a spot across the room, “and I felt God put it on my heart to pray for you. Could I pray for your healing to be able to walk?” Her smile is steady and sweet, and my head explodes with the word “No.” No. No. No, no, no, I do not want you to pray for my healing. As if my “happy ending” won’t come until I move from place to place with legs instead of wheels? Lydia can see the effects of childhood cancer on my incapacitated legs, but she can’t see anything else.
This drives me nuts!
