Last week, a little baby had developed a major rash on her face and body. It had all of the makings of some kind of an allergic reaction. There seemed to be no pain, or fever associated with the bumps and redness. The child was watched to make sure that no more serious symptoms emerged. At the same time there was the mulling over of whether or not to call the pediatrician and make the step of getting professional medical attention. Also, the consideration was bandied about of just giving her some over the counter baby medicine that would address the obvious symptoms.
In the midst of all of this mental debating came a still small voice. The impression, ever so slight to just pray for the child. So, they decided to lay hands on the babe and pray from the heart. Asking, and declaring that God would heal her from her rash and cause her to be in peace and comfort. It wasn’t showy, presumptuous, or even bold for that matter. Instead, it was done in simple loving faith that Jesus had provided for healing, and asked the Lord to let it be so.
Much to their surprise the redness started to recede almost immediately. The excitement of actually seeing the bumps and rash begin to disappear in response to the power of prayer caused them to redouble their efforts with gusto. Then in a most natural, yet unusual way the child exhaled a slow deep breathe. The rash was gone, and the little girl smiled.
They looked into the cherubic face of happiness and contentment, and thanked God for His love for this little one. Even though they had felt the prompting, they had followed the leading, they had prayed the prayers: they were still in awe that God would be so kind as to heal something like a baby’s rash.
Sometimes the biggest hindrance to allowing God to move in our lives, even as a believer; is not believing that He cares even about those things that we might deem small in the larger scheme of things. We read that He loves, we have faith that He loves, but sometimes we need to trust that he loves.