Charlie

Three weeks ago my dear friend Charlie was sick. My boys knew Charlie was sick, so they asked their class to pray with them for him that day at school. I went to his home and his family and I sat around his bed, terribly sad, fearing this was to be his last day. Then after a while someone said "Hey Charlie, want to go for a walk?" and we were amazed to see Charlie struggle out of his bed and walk to the door. His strength seemed to return by the minute, and it wasn't long before he was trotting happily down the street to the park!



I am pleased to announce that Charlie made a full recovery.