Delia’s eyes were wet. She whispered, “Martha, push me forward.”
“Take a step,” Copeland commanded.
Then, he arrived.
“That’s the lie talking,” Copeland said, and he smiled again. “You can. The healing is already done. You just have to get up and walk into it.” kenneth copeland healing
Delia looked at him, then at Martha. Her hands trembled on the armrests. Delia’s eyes were wet
