Here is the truth. The truth is that God is all powerful. 

He is a God that heals, ressurects, casts demons and above all loves.

I stood near the rear of the funeral under a small tree praying. Suddenly, a small child appeared at my feet. She grabbed my hands in desperation and put them on her chest. She had a severe case of asthma and was mid attack when she found.

God said, “Ok, here’s your chance.” So I did the only thing I could think of…

I prayed.

I prayed just about the boldest prayer anybody could pray.

 I prayed for complete healing.

In a matter of seconds her body relaxed, her breathing was slowed and controlled. Her asthma attack had passed with out so much as a second glance from onlookers or puff of an inhaler. She was completely
healed. The power of God flowed freely through me, through my hands and in to her affected lungs. At the end, she looked up at me and smiled, fully aware of what God had just done.

Then, in a flash she was gone….running, leaping, singing and playing with all the other children as though she’d never known a day of respiratory distress in her entire life.

 The power of God, delivered through the lungs of a little girl.

The woman was still dead.

The once asthmatic girl is still breathing with ease.

But, in the long run, neither event actually matters. 

Why?

 Because neither changes the truth….