I first officially met Aaron over a Zoom call.

His wife, Becca, had recently joined a small group I ran that would meet online to pray for people’s healing so we decided to jump on a call to get to know each other better.

As I learned more about Aaron and the healing he and his wife had witnessed in their own circles, I shared a few testimonies from our group.

One story concerned my friend Kris, whose diabetic glaucoma and severe nerve damage in his hands had been healed after prayer.

Another testimony was about our mutual friend Anne, who had recently been healed from her need for glasses.

As I shared more healing stories, Aaron listened quietly, reserved, nodding along.

When I finished, Becca spoke up.

"Actually, Aaron's been having problems with his vision lately."

She shared that over the last year, Aaron’s eyesight had gone from completely fine to blurry and unreliable.

"Well, I guess we should pray for my eyes now." Aaron responded with a smile after Becca finished.

I suggested Becca place her hands over Aaron's eyes while we prayed.

We thanked God for restoring what had been lost, then took turns commanding every part of Aaron's eyesight to be healed in Jesus’ name.

Aaron interjected while lying on the couch.

"It feels like Pop Rocks behind my eyes..."

"My hands are very warm” Becca added.

We prayed for another minute or two before wrapping up.

After a few moments of silence, I asked the obvious question.

"How's your vision now?"

Aaron sat up,
opened his eyes,
and blinked.

"Actually..."

He paused.

"It's worse."

This is the moment where panic or striving can set in.

You pray with confidence.
You believe in God’s power to heal.
You command the body to line up with that truth.

Then you ask the person to test out the results while
holding your breath.

You hear:
“Nothing changed”
“It still hurts.”
Or worse of all:
“It’s got worse.”

The words fall like bags of wet cement.

Then the questions flood in:

"It's worse."

"Hmm, okay." I replied. "God's healing your eyes. Let's check again in the morning." 

A short while later, we said our goodbyes and ended the call.

The next morning, Becca messaged me.

Aaron had woken up seeing clearly again. 

Later that week an eye doctor confirmed Aaron’s results:

Completely restored.

What Aaron was saying was real.

His vision genuinely became worse before getting better.

I wasn’t denying that fact.

I just didn’t treat it as the final result.

We often think in past tenses when it comes to prayer:

It worked,
or,
it didn’t.

In reality, we often draw conclusions before God is finished.

Faith is a bit like placing a drip feeder in a potted plant. You don't stand there staring at it every five seconds wondering if it's working. You don't dig up the roots to check on its progress.

Sometimes you pray, reach a place of peace, and walk away fully expecting God to continue working.

You're not abandoning the situation.
You’re simply refusing to assume it’s over.

You’re trusting that healing is still happening, even if you can't see it.

Trusting that Jesus already did it.

Until next time,
Addison