I stroked my finger over my older son’s left knee. Surprise bloomed inside as I felt the smoothness of his skin over bony, tan knee.
I hurriedly checked the other knee – blessedly bump-free. I felt his arms, hands, and his feet. Smooth skin met my testing fingers. Relief and gratitude followed after the bright blossom of surprise.
I couldn’t find a wart anywhere on his body.
Thank you, Lord!
Two weeks prior we were at the dermatologist and I felt the beginning clutches of desperation. We already tried two dermatologic creams to dry out the clusters, but they’d only created a painful, bumpy scab over the warts. The doctor could lance them off, but he considered that option a last resort. Very painful and too much scarring, he said.
The best option, he said, was using an antacid/ulcer drug called Tagamet to kill the virus in Cole’s body. Though it worked for some patients, it wasn’t a guarantee.
Cole was becoming self-conscious about the large cluster of warts on his knees, and we had to do something. Around the age of three we noticed a couple random warts on his hands and feet. In the past year the number of warts on his body, along with the clusters on his knees, had grown dramatically. The clusters were right where most of his shorts hit his knees, which irritated the clusters and bothered Cole.
At the park I heard children ask about the knee clusters, some with curiosity and others with disgust. When he was younger he accidentally called them moles, but I wondered if he now understood the negative stigma and said moles on purpose.
Because I try to keep as many chemicals out of their bodies as possible, the idea of giving one of my boys a drug for combatting stomach or intestinal ulcers bothered me. On the other hand, I didn’t want Cole embarrassed or ostracized for the increasingly obvious wart clusters. We live in Florida and shorts are nearly year-round wear.
After talking with my husband one evening, the simplest, most effective solution crossed our minds.
Rather than allow the situation to stress and consume, we would turn Cole’s wart worry over to the Great Physician. “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” (1 Thess. 5:16-18).
We were so thankful for Cole’s good health apart from his warts. Cole wasn’t going to die from his warts. His life wasn’t in danger. Yet our big little boy needed God’s touch, and praying is what the Bible directs us to do. “Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing psalms” (James 5:13).
In faith we prayed that God would touch Cole’s knees and take the wart clusters away. Two weeks later every wart on his body was gone. His knees bore a faint, pale mark where the large clusters had been.
Our wart worry was no match for His heavenly healing.
What a blessing that simple, meager faith, offered in prayer with thanksgiving, gave us a wonderful example to share with our boys of God’s faithfulness for the big and the small in our lives.
“But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him” (Hebrews 11:6).