My miracle healing process took place in Boston, Massachusetts on August 31, 2010. After years and years of illness and a chance meeting, a new friend was in Boston on a work trip. On this particular evening, she wandered into the Old South Boston Church. After a short meditation she was about to leave and on the way out the door, she noticed a prayer box. There were squares of paper and short golf pencil. She wrote the following simple prayer, “I pray for a new heart for my friend Anne.”
In that hour, several hundred miles away, my telephone rang – it was my transplant hospital. In the previous two weeks the hospital had said that I could not be listed for a heart transplant because I did not have adequate support. After my friend and my fellowship spoke up on my behalf, I was listed for a new heart just 5 days later. And, just 5 days after that, on August 31, 2010, I received a new heart.
Is this the result of a prayer box? I can’t say for certain, but I believe that God’s hand was the guiding force in the gift of my life – in the gift of every additional day of my life.