pick-nicking. While there a group of Spanish people were beside us at the lake.
This one little girl kept looking at me and smiling. Every time I looked in that
direction she was focused on me. She was about 2 ½ years old. I sensed that
the Lord wanted me to pray for her. I went over and introduced myself. No one
in the group could speak English very well. I found out that the girls name was
Wendy. The mother allowed me to pray for her. I held her little hands and began
to pray as she continued to smile at me. Then the mother who was holding a
little boy said, this is Christian as if to say he is next. I ask if I could pray for
Christian and the mother agreed. I held out my hands and the little fellow jumped
into my arms and I prayed for him.