Last Sunday I had an experience that is still troubling me. I was shopping with my Mom, Melissa, Baby Grace, and Joyce at Dillard’s. We were just leaving the little girl’s department where we had been trying to find some new clothes for Grace, when some lady came up to my mom and asked if she could pray for her daughter (that would be me). My mom said she should ask me, and I said sure. See, I thought she was going to go home and pray for me, but no. She proceded to put her hands on me, in the middle of Dillard’s mind you, and asked the Lord to “MAKE THIS POOR CHILD NORMAL”. She quoted part of the bible that says if a believer lays their hands on the sick, they will be healed.
I feel a bit like a heathen, but I was MORTIFIED. I guess my biggest problem with this was that I know if anyone is a BELIEVER, it is my mother, and she lays her loving hands on me every day, so for this lady to think that she believed more than my loved ones… well, it seemed self indulgent to say the least. And I will be the first to admit that I have taken the long road towards finding my Faith, but I have reached a point where I DO believe in Christ, and I feel confused now because I wonder if I am wrong to feel as I do about her, but to me Faith and Religion are very personal issues. Maybe I’m just irritated because she used the term “normal”… doesn’t she know how many years I wished/prayed for that before I realized that I am just the way God wanted me to be?