Nicole B

I had a very bruised finger which had become painful and swollen. It was a colourful mixture of purple, red and black on the joint. I could ignore the pain fairly easily – it was just a finger – but it looked terrible and continued to swell.

My eight-year-old son Aren was around and I asked him if he would like to pray for it. He said okay.

I showed him my finger.

‘That’s GROSS!’ he said.

This is how he prayed: ‘Lord, please heal mummy’s finger because it’s gross and I don’t like looking at it.’

Then back he went to whatever he was doing. I looked at my finger. As I watched, within the space of a minute, the pain vanished, the colours faded from the outside in as if being rubbed out by an eraser, and the swelling went down. It was back to normal. To be honest, I didn’t rush back to my son to say ‘God answered your prayer!’ because I didn’t really believe it. I expected it to get worse again any minute, or for the pain to come back if I bent it too far. But nothing changed. The finger was completely healed.