Red Roses

Our son John came running in the house all excited. He had been preparing the garden for the upcoming Montana winter. He started telling me what he and his father had done in the garden and then he said what he wanted to plant next spring.

“Roses,” he said. I asked what color and he said red.

He was seven years old. He and his father worked in the garden almost every evening and every evening our John was full of excitement about next spring’s planting. It was always something different when I asked what he wanted to plant.

I tucked him into bed and curled up on the sofa and cried. Earlier in the day I had gotten the report from the doctor who was giving up on me. I had lived with severe pain in a shoulder and arm for ten years. Chronic pain syndrome the doctor had called it. I had attended healing services held by Benny Hinn, Billy Joe Daugherty, Kenneth Hagin and others, I had been anointed with oil and confessed scriptures, I went to chiropractors, physical therapy and none had brought healing. The doctor said he would provide the paper work for me to file for disability and would also provide prescriptions for morphine and steroids.

I could barely use that arm and so the thought of being a part of my son’s gardening or even his life was already heartbreaking but to think of taking steroids and morphine and being any kind of a mother was too much.

I called my friend who insisted on taking me to the Prayer and Healing Room. She had to insist because I didn’t want to go. I had been there, I had been prayed for numerous time so why go again?

But I went. And I am so glad I did.

While the people were praying for me one woman stopped the prayer and said, “I don’t know if this will mean anything to you or not, but while we were praying, I saw red roses. Not just a bush of red roses but a long row of them. Does that mean anything to you?”

“Yes,” I said, “It means I am healed!”

I explained to them about the night before and we all praised God.

I walked out healed of that pain and it has never come back.

pic credit: Simplemost

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