I dreamed today that a young boy was brought to me. His head was bandaged, he had something going on from a sickness standpoint, a hole in his throat from a tracheotomy and no hands at all.
Laura had tried to pray for him, but nothing happened.
I took him in my arms and prayed. I was so sad for this boy. I just cried. While I was holding him, I just prayed to God. I commanded things to grow back and for his healing.
When I pulled away, he was completely healed. His hands had grown out. He was like a totally different little boy.
Praise the LORD.
I believe it to be a vision rather than anything prophetic.