When you have a nine month old baby who rides in a car seat, you get used to the routine of taking them in and out of the car seat. One day, we were in Keeli's parents' car. I took her out and WHAM! I turned the wrong way and busted my knee. I wasn't sore to the point of limping but I certainly could feel the pain. For the next few days at work, I anticipated the pain when I went to the water cooler. I would crouch in front of it, fill up my cup, and slowly stand back up. Each time, my knee would get sore. The same was true when I would bend my knees to put Anneli in and out of her car seat. On a Wednesday night at Immersion, Keeli spoke to my knee and commanded it to be well in the name of Jesus.

You may be thinking, "Why didn't you heal your own knee?" or, "Didn't you ask someone to pray for it already." Oddly enough, I did not. Why? Honestly, I have no idea. I guess I figured that it would just heal on its own. The pain was in short spurts when I was crouched down for minute tasks. An absent minded decision on my part to neglect the love and healing set aside for me.

The day after Keeli prayed for my knee, I was at work. In my attempt to quench my thirst, I slowly crouched at the water cooler, anticipating the oncoming pain... except the pain never came. I stood up again, crouched down and, again, the pain was gone! My knee didn't hurt since!

The Lord wants to heal everything because He took a beating and died to heal every sickness, disease, infirmity, cancer, cold, hurt knee - EVERYTHING! Never do what I did and allow pain to become a part of your life. Allow Jesus to heal. Don't delay! Act now!

Jonathan Fawcett