I prayed for a young teenage boy whose bones in his chest protruded beyond his frame. I began to tell him how much God loves him and how special he was. He began to cry very hard. I hugged him. He laid his head on my shoulder hugging me back. I prayed God would organize his skeleton or bones the way He intended them to be and cause his bones to move back to the correct position. Nothing changed physically but I believe the Lord was working on his emotional health (the way he thought of himself).