A young boy with breathing problems and an OCD tendency to scratch himself was in line for prayer. He had been watching me hug and pray for a girl before him; so when it was his turn for prayer, he came to me and gave me a huge hug.
I prayed for him as I was hugging him and felt tremendous heat over both of our bodies. We both began to sweat. When I finished praying, he hugged his mom and told her he felt happy. Then his face lit up, and tears filled his eyes. He realized he could breathe normally. Then he gave me another big hug, crying. I was so overcome with compassion and joy that I began to cry with him. – Lindsay