The Power of Prayer

The last post I wrote from a hotel in Grand Junction. A girl on my team had just gotten injured and I had suspicions that it was her ACL. 

Everything in my knowledge and education pointed to an ACL injury. The symptoms were classic. The pain was classic. The mechanism was classic. 

If the injury did end up being an ACL.....it would devastate the team. 

The team stopped their practice and placed their hands on the injured player, surrounded their team mate and lifted her up in prayer. 

We got MRI results back this week. This would be the official yes or no on what the injury was. I was expecting for it to show an ACL injury. 

The MRI was clean. There was nothing found. All the ligaments were clean. Everything was clean. The MRI found nothing. 

I am still in shock. Every bit of my education and expertise told me it was an ACL. The only explanation I can think of is it comes down to prayer. The only explanation that I can wrap my brain around is that in that moment when her team lifted her up in prayer....the Lord also laid his hands on her. 

I have never experienced such a display of the power of prayer. It still is giving me goosebumps.