It was during a season of deep confusion in my life—though honestly, when have I not been confused, except when I’m in the presence of the Lord?
I decided to visit one of my mom’s friends just to get a break from everything. When I arrived, there was another woman there too. I had no idea she was sick or had any kind of condition. But during my stay, the Lord kept gently pressing it on my heart to pray for her. I kept brushing it off… until the very last night.
That night, the nudge from the Holy Spirit was impossible to ignore. I quietly walked over to her, where she was sitting on the couch, and gently touched her right arm. (Disclaimer: it was the wrong arm—oops! I didn’t know! )
I prayed the simplest prayer—honestly, it couldn’t have taken more than 50 seconds. Then I went and sat down like nothing had happened.
Suddenly, she began weeping like a baby, saying, “The Lord healed me!”
Backstory: She had arthritis in her left arm. She couldn’t use it at all—couldn’t lift the arm, couldn’t move her hand, nothing.
Here’s the wild part: I didn’t even know which arm had the issue, and I laid hands on the wrong one. But God, in His perfect power and mercy, was like, “That’s cute—I'll take it from here.” His healing power knew exactly where to go and what to do, no GPS required.
Fast forward two years later—I was at a funeral, and guess who I saw? The same woman... in the kitchen, bustling around, helping prepare food like arthritis had never met her. I blinked and thought to myself, “Okay Lord, she’s really healed!” I mean, she was lifting pots and pans, not just her arm. It was one of those “signs and wonders shall follow them that believe” moments—and clearly, even if the believer is slightly confused and lays hands on the wrong limb, God still knows what He’s doing.