Sunday Morning

I fell two weeks ago down the front steps of my house onto the sidewalk. I hurt my foot and couldn't go to work for 3 days. I walked around with crutches and tried to keep it up as much as possible. After three days I went back to work although my foot hurt some. I was able to walk on it and put weight on it. I could move my foot up and down but it hurt very, very bad when I tried to move it side to side. I had to be very careful when I walked or getting in and out of the car.

Sunday morning I was in my seat in church and the choir was singing. Something inside me wanted to get out of my seat and go to the front of the church and just walk back and forth. I didn't want to do that, because I felt that people would watch me or would wonder what I was doing down at the front. I just didn't want to attract attention so I stayed in my seat. I knew I shouldn't stay in my seat but I didn't want to go to the front either. I thought "if the choir sings one more time I'll go down to the front". The choir stopped singing, and I thought "oh well." Then Pastor got up and started talking. He said "Harold, let's sing that song one more time." I thought, "here's my chance." Pastor continued, "and if anyone needs something from the Lord come on down. If you need healing come on down." I knew that was what I needed and I knew I should be at the front. I was one of the first ones to the front. Pastor prayed for me and then Alan prayed for me. After I got ! up off the floor. I checked my foot by moving it from side to side. When I moved it side to side it didn't hurt like it used to. So I thought I would dance, and I did. My foot didn't hurt when I moved it side to side and it didn't hurt when I danced. I started jumping hard and my foot didn't hurt. People may have wondered what I was doing by dancing, jumping, and twirling, but my foot didn't hurt anymore. It is like the lame man in the Bible who jumped and leaped and praised God when he was able to walk again.

A lady asked me when I came into the sanctuary before morning service how my foot was and I told her that it was hurting. When I left service it no longer hurt. I was going to call the doctor Monday morning to tell him how bad it was hurting. I was beginning to think that my foot must be broke somewhere to hurt as bad as it did although the x-rays showed no break. After Sunday morning, I didn't need to call the doctor and I knew it wasn't broke. I know I must have looked a sight at the front dancing, jumping, shouting, or whatever I did. If anyone came to church hurting and came out healed, they would dance, jump, and shout too. Today, I still can move my foot from side to side and it doesn't hurt. This is the first time in two weeks since I fell that I can move my foot like that without it hurting. Thank you Jesus.

Glenda Marsh