This past sunday (March 30), we had a visiting pastor who preached about the importance of Jesus blood and how the shedding of it broke the curses placed upon us in the fall of Adam. When he was flogged before being crucified, he was lashed 39 times, the number of categories of illness and disease. By his stripes we are healed. That night my oldest son was hospitalised with pneaumonia, he could barely breathe, he was in agonising pain and could hardly move. He was burning up with a temperature of 39.5C. I simply prayed over him, the doctor, and his medication. I claimed his healing in the name of Jesus, quoting the scriptures. After just 15 minutes, his breathing was easier, his temperature fell and overall, already looked better. He spent the night in hospital on an intravenous anti-biotic. When we visited at 8.30 am next morning he had remarkably improved but was awaiting a chest x-ray to confirm the doctor's diagnosis. When his x-ray came back, it was totally clear with absolutely no sign of the pneaumonia. I was ecstatic and certain that it was God's work. I claimed healing in faith and received it. The one thing I have been adamant about is making sure that God receives the glory for such a miraculous act. We must remember to give glory to God and we were truly blessed for our faith.
If I may say so, it was YOUR love which healed your little boy.
Do you remember in the Bible, where a woman who had a blood issue simply touched the garment Jesus wore, and he turned to her and said; You are healed?
So your love and faith combined brought your little boy through.