Thanksgiving Sunday we had dinner at my sisters. One of those invited was a 93-year-old former neighbour. As we were talking about the importance of staying active, she showed me her hand and said that when she opened and closed the third finger on her right hand, it was excruciatingly painful. I took her hand between mine and said let’s pray. I prayed. After I prayed, I was showing her an exercise to keep her hands mobile that involved touching your fingers to your thumb. All of a sudden, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, “It doesn’t hurt.” I confess that at first, I didn’t understand because I didn’t expect such a quick answer to prayer. I replied, “What doesn’t hurt?” “My finger.” she answered. She was overcome. We both grinned at each other and thanked Jesus. I phoned her on Friday to see how her finger was. She said that it wasn’t completely pain free, but it was so much better. We prayed again and I asked her to let me know when Jesus finished the healing He had begun because He always finishes what He starts. Our God is a kind and compassionate God. Our God loves to heal!