More answered prayer

Catherine had bad leg pain last night. We assume it is part of the side effects of the medication again. It was so bad that the painkiller didn't seem to have much effect, and the pain woke her up again. I hated seeing her in pain and was contemplating phoning the hospital when I thought I would take a moment to pray first. I managed to get her reasonably settled and put my hand on her leg and prayed. She calmed down and gently went back to sleep. She then slept all night.

In the morning, she was all happy and bouncing around. I asked her how she was feeling: 'I'm fine today', she said. 'I went to sleep when my leg hurt and woke up and it all feels better!', she exclaimed. I told her about how I had prayed for her leg and how God had helped take the pain away as the medicine wasn't working very well.

She bounced out of the kitchen with her cup of juice. Just when she was nearly out of earshot, she said 'Thanks, God', very matter-of-fact and in the way you would speak to your best friend. Sometime I think she knows Him better than me.