When my girls were in 4th and 6th grade, I got a call from my sister saying that my dad was fixing to get his whole foot amputated.  My dad had diabetes and neuropathy.  He had no feeling in his feet.  The dr told him never to go barefooted and to sit on the side of the bed each night with a mirror on the floor and inspect his feet.  My dad went barefooted all the time, and never checked his feet, much less eat right.  Anyway, he has stepped on a sewing needle and now had gangrene in his foot.  My two sisters beat me to the hospital.  I left work and picked up both my daughters from school.  I told them to agree with everything I was saying.  I told them to believe that what I was saying was true.  I prayed and told God that I knew by Jesus stripes my dad was healed.  I asked God; please let my dad only to lose one toe.  I was hoping that if my dad lost one toe instead of his whole foot that it would number one show how awesome God is, and number two would remind him how close he came to losing his whole foot and would take better care of himself.  

When I got to the hospital, my dad had already been taken into surgery.  I told my sisters not to worry, and that dad was only going to lose one toe.  My sister said Georgia "he is going to lose his whole foot and possibly part of his leg all according to how far it has gone.  Dr won't know till he gets in there." She said she talked to dr, and that's what Dr said.  I told her I don't care what Dr. Said.  I know what God said, and dad is going to lose one toe.  My dad lost one toe PRAISE GOD.  He answers prayers.