One day, I was delivering a load of steel mats in Northwest Kansas. About 10:30 a.m., I received a phone call from my wife, Opal. She asked me to pray for our granddaughter, Breanna Gant. She said she had red blotches all over the upper part of her body and that it was causing her a lot of discomfort and pain. “Would you pray for her?” I said sure I will pray for her and she hung up the phone. In my prayer, I asked God to take that off that child and put it on me. About twenty minutes later, I noticed a blister about the size of a nickel on my wrist. I was clear with light pink liquid in it. When I finished off loading the trailer and drove a block and a half, That Small Still Voice said that the child is allergic to that pot of blue flowers on the porch. Keep her away from them. When I called back to tell them about the flowers, all the red blotches were gone.
Back to the blister on my wrist, it was there for almost two weeks. It never hurt or gave me any problem.
