The first time I experienced the power of healing was over 10 years ago. I was still a teenager, and in my upbringing I was taught that the concept of healing was pretty much over after biblical times. Well, thank God that I had a prayer warrior in my family (my sweet cousin who was my nana's age), who knew better. Anyway, when I was a teenager, I suffered from terrible bouts of tonsilitis. The kind where when you swallow, it feels like you are swallowing rocks.
That kind. One night I suffered from tonsilitis when my prayer warrior cousin was visiting from out of town. I told her how much pain I was in and she told me to lay down and get some rest. I fell asleep for about 30 minutes and I woke up to see my cousin next to my bed on her knees (she had been praying for me), drenched in sweat. She asked me, "How are you feeling, baby?" I said, "I feel SO much better. It's weird, how the pain came and went so fast!" And she responded, "You
should feel better, I've been praying for you". At the time, that really freaked me out because I had never seen nor experienced anything like that. I didn't even know it was possible. However, from that day forward, my perspective on prayer, healing and just my overall spirituality changed dramatically. I learned that I could pray for other people's healing as well as my own healing - and I do. I'm still learning, but I definitely believe in the power of healing.