by Diane Humphrey
as told to Becky Lyles @BeckyLyles
My youngest daughter, Shannon, was born with bleeding ulcers, which the doctors did not know how to treat. One morning, as I sat in the hospital nursery despondently watching donated blood drip through a tube into my baby’s tiny body, a strange man appeared in the doorway. Dirty, ragged clothing covered his body, and a grungy hat flopped over his grimy face. I turned away, determined to ignore the slovenly man.
But he walked directly to me, looked me in the eyes, and asked, “Do you want me to pray for your baby?”
I answered, “Well, I guess I can use all the help I can get.”
Then he prayed the most beautiful, positive prayer I ever heard. “Let her be completely well, Lord, with no problems in the future. Don’t let any other part of her body be hurt.” And he was gone.
His prayer was so clear and precise and such a peace came over me that I walked back to my room, crawled into bed and fell asleep. Shortly after, a nurse woke me to tell me the bleeding had stopped. Shannon never again suffered from stomach ulcers.
Though debut novelist Rebecca Carey Lyles grew up in Wyoming, she and her husband, Steve, currently live in the neighboring state of Idaho. She enjoys the creativity and beauty that abound throughout her adopted state as well as opportunities to hike, camp, snowshoe and cross-country ski in the midst of God’s grandeur. Favorite outdoor experience: While hiking in the Wyoming mountains one summer, she came nose-to-nose with (well, ten-feet from) a beautiful white wolf. Currently, she’s putting the finishing touches on a Winds of Wyoming sequel titled Winds of Freedom.