whoaaaa buddy.

The ladies (myself, Ashley, Ciara, Laura) were hankering for some girl time. So we got together at the Reale's lovely home and sent the boys to the Simula's to play some poker.

I had bought this little kit to make crocheted, beaded rings. I have no idea how to crochet (but Ciara does!) so I took it to have a little help and learn how.

I got it at the same church sale as the pillows. The kit was from 1971 and the directions were less then helpful. So instead of me making one, Ciara tackled the task with Laura as her coach.

It turned out so cute:

We ate home made potato soup (thank you Ashley!yumyum) we shared about things happening in our lives. We laughed about how it was likely the boys decided on strip poker and were probably a man fest of pecks and socks. It was fun.

Ashley shared about an experience she recently had while out of town. She went to a church and witnessed a healing miracle. A woman had one leg significantly shorter then the other giving her back pain. The pastor laid hands on her and prayed for the shorter leg to grow, and it did. It actually grew too much and he asked God to take it back a bit.

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I was highly skeptical, and I admitted it. I asked Ashley a ton of details about what she saw (they all checked out...not to mention Ashley is one of the most honest people I know). I confessed to my friends that I've been having a hard time with faith lately. That I have heard so many second-hand stories and believed them at face value, because...well, because I chose faith. But lately I've been disappointed. Why have I never seen anything incredibly miraculous? Why have I never experienced some event that is undeniably a miracle of God?

Ashley and Ciara shared encouragements and view points. And then there was a break in conversation and Laura jumped up out of her chair and exclaimed "I'm sorry! I just have grown up seeing these sorts of things (miracles) happen! And I know it's true and God does them. And the kind that Ashley saw is one of the easiest most common miracles to pray for!"


She goes over to the kitchen table and drags a chair towards us.


"Most people have limbs that are slightly different lengths, it's common for them to be a bit off. And it can cause any number of problems."


We are all just staring, anticipating.


"Sit!"


(she is talking to me.)


(I am completely freaked out.)


"No really sit, let's check your legs out."


I contemplate saying no and laughing the whole thing off. But my curiosity gets the better of me. Plus I can tell Laura means business.



So I sit. She tells me to press my back all the way to the back of the chair and make sure it's pressed evenly. I do. She holds out my legs, wraps her hands around my ankles and puts her thumb on that little ankle bone that pops out on each of them. 


Sure, enough there is about an inch and a quarter difference between them. AN INCH AN A QUARTER. WHAT?!



I'm thinking, there is no way this is possible, that my legs are uneven. So I continue to push my back against the back of the chair. Checking and double checking again that I am completely straight.


I am.



With her hands still on my ankles she begins to pray in faith out loud. Ashley and Ciara are praying silently. And I am just sitting there suppressing nervous giggles, staring at my uneven legs.


She prays and commands and praises in the name of Jesus.



and you guys, 


MY
STINKIN'
LEG
GREW.


I couldn't believe my eyes. (but I had to)



We all noticed but it wasn't completely done. It was still about a 1/4 inch shorter. So Laura continued to pray.


AND
IT
GREW
EVEN 


We all stared at my legs blinking. I got up and walked around the kitchen a bit. I mean, my leg just grew over an inch, I wanted to make sure it didn't have growing pains or something. (It didn't) And just to reassure, Laura didn't pull or press or adjust my legs in any way. She just prayed.



The night before this I had tearfully shared with Drew Jones my doubtful thoughts about God and miracles and healing. I had told him how sad it was making me.

In the morning Drew Jones came and prayed for me in bed before he left for work. He prayed that God would show himself to me and increase my faith in miracles and healing.


I had forgotten that Drew Jones had even done this until we were riding home that night. I was sharing with him what happened and he reminded me of what he prayed that very morning.


I don't know what else to say except, amen.