I can still remember the day when another person, who'd also had the reputation for having the gift of healing, wasn't too comfortable with having some "competition." Fixing her eyes on me, she demanded that I pray for her ankle, which she'd sprained sometime before. Not knowing any better, and thinking it's probably no harm to pray, I prayed something simple. Nothing happened, of course.
God doesn't respond to prideful, demanding people who try to make His servants, theirs.
Subsequently, I've prayed occasionally for others -- backs have healed, infected ears have healed.
I just let God do what He wants to do, whenever. He is my Prince of Peace.
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