It was a Sunday at the airport, and I was flying back to Sacramento after a weekend trip. As I was waiting at my gate, I noticed the Chico, California girls’ basketball team was coming to sit near me. After they sat down, I leaned over and asked one of the girls if there were any injured players on the team. When she replied that there weren’t, a girl sitting farther away asked what we were talking about.
I asked again if anyone was injured, and she said that she was: she had a knee injury that had prevented her from playing for the past two years. I then explained that I wanted to pray for her. She agreed, saying she was a Christian and that her grandmother had already been praying for her. I asked for permission before placing my hand on her shoulder. Before praying, I asked her what the pain level was on a scale of one to ten. She immediately cut me off to say it was a ten.
The first time I prayed, nothing happened. The second time the pain went halfway down. The third and final time I prayed, her knee pain was completely gone, and she was pain free in a matter of minutes!