Healed Every Whit

🕊️ Healed Every Whit

Even if I still limp a little

I’m driving north today, up to Salt Lake, to get my spine checked out.

Cervical stenosis. Balance issues. A body wearing thin in places.

But before I got too far, I felt to stop and see someone very dear to me—my cousin and his family.

Now, these folks… they walk with the Lord.

Not in name only. Not in Sunday clothes.

They carry His Spirit in their home.

You can feel it in the air. You can see it in their children’s eyes.

And what happened in their living room today…

I will never forget it.

🛐 A Circle of Blessing

We gathered in prayer. No show. No script. Just faith.

One by one, each child laid hands on me.

Then the mother. Then the father.

Each spoke words over me—words from heaven.

And they didn’t close with an amen.

Because the blessing wasn’t ending.

It was continuing… multiplying… expanding…

like light filling every corner of a once-dark house.

It felt like something out of the Book of Mormon—

when they say “the tongue cannot express the joy…”

or when “angels did minister…”

That’s what this felt like.

🔥 Then I Prayed—Out Loud

Right then, after the blessing, I felt to pray.

And I did—out loud, in front of them all.

I thanked the Savior.

And I told Him—and everyone there:

“I am healed. Spiritually. Completely.”

I said I might still limp.

I might still wobble and feel dizzy now and then.

But I knew—I knew—that I was whole in the ways that matter most.

Healed. Every whit.

💬 The Little Girl’s Voice

Later that day, the mother texted me something sacred.

Her young daughter—just a child—had come to her in tears.

She told her mom:

“During the blessing, I heard a voice say, He is healed.”

She heard it before I ever spoke it.

But when she heard me say those same words in my prayer…

it struck her heart.

And her tears were a testimony.

The Lord had whispered truth to her before it was spoken aloud.

And when I confirmed it with my own lips,

the Spirit bore witness—not just to me, but to her.

🪶 Why I’m Writing This

Because you and I get older.

We wear out. We stumble more than we used to.

But don’t let that fool you.

Spiritual healing is real.

The gifts of God are still alive.

And Jesus—the same Jesus who walked dusty roads and lifted broken people—

He still walks today.

Sometimes through children.

Sometimes through a cousin.

Sometimes in your own aching heart.

And He is mighty to save.

So yes, maybe I still walk with a limp.

But I walk with Him.

And that’s more than enough for me.

🕊️ Healed. Whole. Loved.