I was led to pray for someone with a hurting thumb or wrist. No one with that affliction came to me. Instead, I prayed with a man who couldn’t see out of his right eye. Without an interpreter, I was able to learn that his vision was at a “1.” We prayed over and over again. I used a few phrases of Portuguese and kept affirming this sweet man. Each time we checked on his vision it was better. He wanted to stop praying when we reached “9.” He hugged me and made a motion like he was going to break his glasses and throw them away. Then we said goodbye. God is good.