Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of healing by Sister Michelle Watson.
Picture in your mind an old black-and-white movie. There's a beautiful actress on screen, impeccably dressed in silk, makeup perfect, hair just so. She learns some astonishing news of one kind or another, and her heavy-lidded eyes flutter and close. She gracefully crumples to the floor like a flower in a dead faint.
A few days ago, I fainted — something I've done more than once in my life — but it looked nothing like the silver-screen version. I awoke in the middle of the night, so I was dressed in wrinkled pajamas, hair tangled, and I fell log-style onto my bathroom tile with a thunderous "Timber!" smacking the left side of my skull hard on the floor.