The Gift To Heal
A story by Rocky Dickerson

I was 16 and your average high school student. Nothing special about me. You wouldn't notice me as especially attractive, smart, witty, intelligent, or athletic. Just average. I could have been you or any other person. Well, one day the news came in that a dear friend of the family had just given birth and started bleeding from all the pores on her body. The prognosis at the time was grim. Basically, it was 3 days to live - tops. At the time, everyone who had this condition had died in 3 days. We were crushed at this awful news.

The next day, in the middle of class, God whispered into my ear, "It doesn't have to be that way." I knew what He meant but didn't know what to do about it. I opened myself up to God and asked him, “What do you want me to do about it?” Then, the answer came. Like a video being played at 1,000 times normal speed, a million images flooded through my mind. It was like trying to drink from a fire hose. I took what I could from this flood of information and I did as He showed me.  Basically, it was an intense form of prayer. That night we were told that she was better, but of course this was still very serious. It would probably be 5 to 6 days but she would not survive.

The following day, I did it again. Again the same results. I did this two more times after that. Finally, 2 weeks later, she went home. She is still alive today and her child has long passed it's 40th birthday.

I am not special. I was used by God to save a friend's life. I have been used several times to heal others. You can be used, too. I am not special. I am just like you.

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