“For most of my life I had major hearing problems. If you asked my mother to show you records, you would find that I had failed pretty much all of the hearing tests I have taken since I was a toddler. It’s never been a secret, either. Which is why that Sunday so precious to me. As the service was coming to an end, the Lord had made His presence known in the building. I was enjoying the service  when I was called up during an altar call. While many of the people who prayed for the healing of my ears were members of the church, I recall one younger boy with the same problems as my own. As they all prayed for me, the Lord did what I thought he would never do. He healed my hearing. More specifically, He used that younger boy’s prayer to heal my hearing. While in the ensuing weeks I was a little skeptical to be completely honest, my hearing test that same year gave me the proof I needed. It proved that, yes, I had been healed. And I couldn’t have been happier. I even remember dancing for joy after leaving the doctor’s office. I don’t know if my ear doctor fully understood what had happened, but he seemed to acknowledge that a miracle had indeed taken place.”