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It goes without say that I am more than blessed by the birth of my son nearly six years ago. Of all the things I have done in my adult life, it feels like being a father is the only thing I have accomplished and it is the only the thing I have to be proud of. I have always been such a proud papa since the day he was born. For every day he is on this earth, he will do something that just stuns me.

Tonight was one of those nights.

My son and I took my grandmother to her church tonight to watch their Christmas pageant. Right when we got ready to depart, my grandmother’s nose started bleeding. She said that she has had nosebleeds before but they always go away. So we proceeded on.

The nosebleeds never stopped. She fought them with a half a box of tissue all night long. My grandmother, being the stubborn woman that she is and her utter fear of inconveniencing her own grandson, would not dare let me take her to the emergency room. But it was on our way out of the church where she got concerned. For every person who came by and hugged her, she kept feeling dizzy. It was that dizziness with the non-stop nosebleeds that finally prompted her to take her to the hospital.

On the way out there, she asked my son to pray for her and ask God to heal her. While she continued on with the rest of her conversation, my ear tuned her out to tune to my son as I hear him speak this prayer with conviction:

God,

My grandmother doesn’t feel so very well. Her nose is bleeding. Please make her nose feel better and make her feel better. I love you God.

In Your Name, Amen.

I reached back to hold his hand and told him, “That is what prayer is all about. You stopped what you were doing and you prayed for your grandmother. Thank you.”

She never had another dizzy spell for the rest of the night. Thirty minutes later, the nose bleeding stopped.

Very recently, I have been hearing tons and tons of testimonies that run along the lines of “Saved when I was young… didn’t really live as a Christian… rededicated my life to Christ when I was an adult.” (My testimony included. I am not only the president but I am also a client.) My prayer to God for my son was:

Lord,

Please don’t let my son go through the same mediocrity crappy bad fruit producing so-called Christian life that I led for 25 years. I just want him to live his life for you from the word go.

Amen

Anytime I speak about my son, I am always reminded of one of his favorite people in the Bible, Samuel. From Hannah’s prayers to Lord’s calling on Samuel to find a king for the Israel, my son is fascinated by that complete story. My prayer to my Lord was answered in His Word:

I Samuel 3:19 (NKJV) So Samuel grew, and the Lord was with him and let none of his words fall to the ground.