A woman came in and said she’d just left hospital. She was pregnant and had been suffering pains. They had checked her out for ectopic pregnancy, appendicitis and other things, but found nothing apparently wrong, so sent her off home.
I could see she was still in pain; she said she was, and she was rocking back and forth in her chair trying to manage it. I said “we are Christians and we pray for people. Would you like me to pray in Jesus’ name for the pain to go ?” She said “yes, please”.
I asked if I could hold her hands and she agreed. I thanked the Lord for his healing and basically spoke to the pain and told it to go. I asked how she was. She replied that the pain had started to diminish. I shared the illustration of how, if you go the Doctor and he prescribes two weeks worth of pills, you don’t just take one and throw away the rest. She agreed that was silly, so agreed my suggestion of more prayer. We continued for another minute by which point her food parcel was ready and she had to sign for it. She said the pain was now much improved and, as she went out with her food, she said “thanks very much”.