My Ezra-
This is a testimony I’ve been meaning to post since I started this blog almost 5 years ago.
Ezra Paul Greer has been a joy from birth. Before birth actually.
When our 1st son Mason was about a year and a half, Paul one day said to me, “I think its time we had another kid.” I was wanting a another baby, so I was of course excited start the process 
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Almost a week after the doctor confirmed we were pregnant with Ezra- Paul woke up one morning so excited, he was actually crying. He told me that God had given him a dream and in the dream he was holding our baby… a boy. Being about 11 weeks pregnant, I told him- how do you know its going to be a boy?? (I really wanted another boy so I was excited) Paul gave me his famous smirk and said, “because…God told me…I held him in my dream.” Totally not far- was it not me, who was enduring the morning sickness.:)) On the day of our ultra sound, when the technician told us it was a boy, Paul yelled, “YIPPPEEE!!!! I TOLD YOU GOD SHOWED ME.” Ezra Paul Greer (I gave him his middle name, since Paul had a special connection with him before birth) came to us on February, 16th 2006.
Ezra was a late walker- it took him around 14months to start moving around. I alway assumed it was because we all loved holding the almost 30lbs of chunk. Around June 2007 we noticed even though he was finally walking, it was strange. He fell constantly, and continually. Family and friends commented that his walking was different. That month we had officially been invited by 4square PNG to come as missionaries so we decieded to get a the boys a medical check up.
I talked to our pediatrition about Ezra’s walking difficulties and his legs. The dr. (a christian) examined his legs, and watched as I coaxed Ezra to walk around in circles in the dr.’s office. After he examined his legs again he told me that one of Ezra’s legs was severely shorter than the other. That Ezra would most likely need surgery, and months of physical therapy. Of course I responded like a true woman of faith, I called Paul and started crying. ”We are suppose to go to Papua NEw Guinea, how can we do that if our son needs surgery and physical therapy??”
My husband, again the pillar of faith in our family, began to pray. Every night he would sit with Ezra and pray in tongues over his legs and his life. We began to pray every night that God, our Healer, the one who had told us to take our family to PNG – would heal our son.
Less than a month later, still praying, but seeing no change in Ezra’s walking, I was back in the pediatricians office- if he needed surgery on his leg, we were hoping to have it done soon. The dr. once again examined Ezra’s legs, pulling, poking at the chubby thighs, Ezra and I walked around the office again so the dr. could see him walk, and again the dr. began pulling on his legs examining them. The dr. kept making little comments, like, “humm….I don’t…..that’s so strange….well….” Finally, he stopped and looked at me with a strange expression. ”Carina, I dont’ know what to tell you, except…Ezra’s legs are fine! His walking is still a bit off, but his legs look…well..perfect!”
I fought to hold back the tears and quietly gulped out, “we’ve been praying.” He smiled, and said, “it worked.” Over 5 years later, our son Ezra Paul has never needed surgery, or physical therapy. He loves to RUN!
Why do I doubt? Even now, years later, when I come into times where I am crying out to God for healing, my faith so small, I remind myself of the faithfulness of the One I serve. Jehovah Rapha -our Healer.
