Memorial Box Monday: Really, God? WOW!

Ohhh, friends, I can't wait to tell you the most amazing God-sized miracle I've ever witnessed.

The whole thing started about six months ago. Our oldest son Nathan, who is a fabulous pianist, noticed that the pinkie finger on his left hand was curling up, like a question mark. He showed his dad and me and asked if that was normal. Since he was born that particular finger had always curved a little, so we were not concerned at all.

A few weeks ago, Nathan noticed that his right pinkie finger had started curling up. He couldn't straighten either one of them without pushing against a hard surface or using his other hand to straighten them. Definitely odd, but I still was not concerned. My husband, who is a physician, did get concerned at this one. One finger, you can explain away with injury or "that's just the way your finger is." Two fingers, on different hands, not so easy to explain.

He scheduled an appointment with the hand doctor. Honestly, I expected the doctor to take a quick look and send us home. What none of us realized in the couple weeks we waited for the appointment was that all our son's fingers started curling. We had checked his fingers at home, but they were always pressed against a table. None of us knew that both hands were fully involved. 

The doctor took one look at his hands and got quite serious. He ordered neck x-rays to look for nerve compression or other damage. He pushed and pulled and tapped our son's fingers, wrists and elbows. He asked about the piano playing and other activities. When the x-rays were complete, he told us quite seriously that our son needed to see a neurologist -- "and six weeks is too long to wait." Those were his exact words.

Apparently, he was very concerned about something as we somehow got a neurology appointment for that Thursday, only two days away.

Wednesday night after church, we asked for prayer. Our pastor, other church ministers, and leadership laid hands on Nathan and prayed for his healing. They prayed that the neurology appointment would provide answers. They prayed for his hands and his musical gifts and talents. 

Within minutes of arriving home, Nathan stuck his hands right in my face. "What are you doing?" I asked, annoyed. 

"Look at my hands, mama." he said, grinning from ear to ear.

His fingers were completely straight! Every single one of them. Even the one that had been crooked for months. We were stunned. God healed him in less than half an hour!

The next day, we took Nathan to the neurologist who ran a bunch of tests. He found evidence of an injury -- swelling in a nerve in his left arm. Nothing more. He advised Nathan to take a rest from piano, which he'll do. We know, though, that God already did the work. He is healed. He has his hands back.

To remember this miracle, I will put the x-rays (or at least photos of them) in our Memorial Box. I've never witnessed a physical healing before. It's the most amazing thing... like the blind man in the Bible who could see, the paralytic who could walk, or the bleeding woman who was healed, my son received the gift of healing from the Great Physician himself. It's humbling. It's awe inspiring. It's, simply, WOW! Thank you, Jesus.

If you don't know what Memorial Box Monday is, it all started here: "A Place Called Simplicity." A friend of mine introduced me to it, and I love it! love it! love it!!! Memorial Box Monday provides an opportunity to remember all the good things God has done. Huge, gigantic things and little things that might seem insignificant. God's word is clear: "Cast every care on Me, for I care for you." (1 Peter 5:7).