Those who read my last post know my husband is home today recuperating from surgery and looking like the star of a Rocky movie. Last night, as the swelling in his face increased, so did his pain. Only half an hour after taking his pain medication, he was asking for more--which I did not give him. (I felt bad about it, but I also didn't want him getting sick on pain meds) So, instead he asked for a priesthood blessing. I called our neighbor, who called another friend and they came over. Providentially a third friend also showed up at the same time so all three participated.
Afterwards they visited for a few minutes and then the men went home. Wes stayed up though, checking emails and getting a snack. Half an hour after he would have been able to take his pain medication again, I asked him if he wanted any. He declined. He said that the second the men placed their hands on his head the pain stopped and he hadn't felt any pain since that time. He had a relatively good night's sleep and is now insisting on going to his church meetings tonight--despite the fact that both his eyes are nearly swollen shut.
Men! Gotta love 'em! But how thankful we are for priesthood blessings and that we live in a day of miracles!