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“Nana,” my 4-year-old granddaughter ran to me. I got on one knee and spread my arms wide to catch her dainty body. I lift her up, hug her tight, twirl her around and we both squeal with joy. That’s our usual greeting.

But not today. She snuggled in her daddy’s arms. Her voice faint and her forehead burning. I placed her on my bed. Her body limp and her thin arms dropped to the side like a rag-doll.

I spread a wet washcloth across her forehead and whispered in her ear. “Nana is here, I’ll take care of you.” But in contrast, my heart desperately cried out. “Lord, heal my precious baby girl. Her fever has been going on too long! Heal her now, Lord!”

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