Family is the greatest ministry. Our daughter, Anneli, before she turns one year old, has been immersed in an atmosphere of worship, the Father’s love, and the power of the Holy Spirit. There isn’t a day that passes without Keeli and I sharing what Jesus is speaking to us. It’s a home of love. Like the church, we’re not confined to a building. Wherever our family is, home is there too. As I reflect on this past year with Anneli, I give thanks to God for her health. She has never been sick. The more she laughs, the healthier she gets. In turn, we keep her laughing. “A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing” (Proverbs 17:22, AMP).
When music is playing, Anneli dances. When we are gathered with believers and worship is in session, she jumps and bounces. She has been wrapped around our necks or carried in her car seat as we have prayed for people and they were healed. She has been a great companion on treasure hunts.
On Monday, January 21, 2013, the eve of the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade (the case that legalized abortion in the United States), I was healed at the touch of my daughter. Weeks prior, Keeli’s mother shared that there was something special about Anneli’s hands, that she had healing hands. That Monday night, we saw it.
I was playing with Anneli, and when I sat her down, my left hand and wrist were very sore. I had a similar sensation to having my hand shaken with a loose grip while the other squeezed with all their might. Whenever my wrist hurts, it is an indicator that my arms are different lengths. As I stretched my arms above my head, touched my palms together and brought my arms straight down in front of me, Keeli and I saw that my left arm was, indeed, shorter than the other.*
We were in our living room and Anneli was sitting in her highchair. I repeated the process of measuring my arms and pointed them in front of Anneli. Without hesitation, she stopped eating her Cheerios, clasped her little hands over mine and my left arm sprang out (about an inch). We started laughing and thanking God. Anneli just smiled, batted her blue eyes as she looked at me, and began clapping in her highchair. The pain was completely gone!
On the eve of a terrible anniversary, we celebrated our daughter, remembering that everyone has a purpose, a call of God on their life, and a destiny. So many destinies are being aborted. At eleven months, she is already laying hands on the sick and hurting and seeing them recover! Some things will simply mess with your formulas and theology. Without a word, I was healed with a simple touch.
*For a video that may give you a better understanding of what happened, click here: http://youtu.be/yhxSkau72Lw
Jonathan Fawcett
