I had heard about praying over children before they went off to school. I didn't do it until Allyssa's first bad day at school. Every morning since then, I pray over her right before she leaves. Yesterday, my wrist hurt. She asked me why I kept wiggling it. I told her that I hurt it. A few hours later, she said, "Mommy, I want to pray over you." Then she closed her eyes and folded her hands and prayed, "Dear God, please fix Mommy's wrist. In Jesus name, Amen." Sweetest thing ever. Today my wrist feels better!
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