My Lost Machete and a Split Finger

One day I was at work with my dad. I had brought my machete and lost it. I prayed about it. Then God put it in my mind to go straight back, and there was my machete laying on the ground!

I was hammering and hit my finger so it split open because of all the pressure. But by the next day it was already getting better. I was thankful that it got healed.

—Judah, age 9