A man with a yellow shirt came to me and put his hand on his heart. I started praying for his heart. Nothing seemed to be happening. I asked an interpreter to ask what he wanted prayer for. He wanted prayer for his son who was into drugs and asked to pray for his thinking, his understanding, and his head. I prayed that the Holy Spirit would bring healing to his son. We prayed, and the father said, “all better”, so we hugged. When the father came out of the hug, he realized his son was right next to us. He had been prayed for and was slain in the spirit under the power of the Holy Spirit. When the son got up, he said he could think more clearly. The family embraced joyfully. -Darlene, Retired Pastor
