IMG_0015We were about to sit down for Christmas dinner. I set down a piece of pottery with steaming cheesy cauliflower when the edge of dish chipped off and cut my thumb. I guess it was not heat safe. Blood was everywhere. My husband who likes to play doctor, took care of it right away. For the next few weeks I had to clean it every day and put a Band-Aid on it.

The first night at bedtime Lincoln asked, “momma thumb hurt?” And my Dad said, “Yes mommy’s thumb is hurt, did you pray for it?” My Dad instructed Lincoln to place his hand lightly on my thumb and “Say Jesus heal mommy’s thumb.” Lincoln said, “Say Jesus heal mommy’s thumb.”

And everyday since then, Lincoln asks me if my thumb is hurt and prays. I think he has stopped saying “Say Jesus,” and begins with Jesus now. I’m so touched that he is compassionate to ask about it and that his reaction is to turn to Jesus.

Published by Amy Louise Negussie

Writer, pastor, and community creator passionate about helping urban people connect to one another, self, and God. Amy lives in Chicago with her boys (1 husband, 2 sons, and 1 dog) walking distance to Wrigley Field (go Cubbies!).

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