I am always thrilled to read accounts of God’s miraculous healings, and rejoice with those concerned, but I would like to tell of our experience of when God does not heal.
It happened in 1993, although it does not seem that long ago, my memories of it all are still so vivid.
Our middle son David and his wife Jayne (to whom he had been married for just over two years) came to spend New Year with us. He complained that he had been ill all over Christmas and complained of being breathless. However, he seemed to improve while he was with us and we had a lovely time with David and Jayne and the rest of our family — our youngest son John and our eldest son Paul, daughter-in-law Mandy and baby grandson Nicholas.
