The Healing Hand of Faith....God Is the Instant Healer

At eight years old, I went to live with my grandparents in Mullins, South Carolina. My grandmother's name was Rachel, and she was a woman full of love. It seemed as though God chose her to be that special, spirit-filled woman for the world to love, to those that knew her. I remember being burned; my grandmother called me over to her, and she began to mumble some words to herself. A few minutes later, the burned feeling had completely left. There were no blisters whatsoever. I asked her, "Wi...