Updated: Sep 23, 2020
It was about 10:30 PM, and I was getting ready for bed. The scab on my knee was big and thick. It was going to be another night of frequent waking up because it kept catching on the covers. I couldn’t straighten it much, and I couldn’t bend it much. Several days earlier I was rowing with a friend, and as we walked down the dock toward the water, I accidentally stepped off the traction pad. My foot slipped out from under me, and I skidded down the gravely textured adhesive pad on my knee before sliding off the side of the dock. As a new Christian, I had heard that Jesus heals, and scripture says I have to speak to my mountain. So, sitting on my bed, I looked at my knee and said, “Scab, heal in Jesus’ name.” I watched as a strip of thick scab melted to fresh pink skin. Scared and excited, I looked around the room, as if searching for what had just happened. It took a moment to realize that God answered my prayer, and I had just witnessed my first miracle.
-Donna Gates (July 2013)