If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,”

and you make the Most High your dwelling,

10no harm will overtake you,

no disaster will come near your tent.

11For he will command his angels concerning you

to guard you in all your ways;

12they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.


Our Bishop had the leaders of the church praying Psalm 91 daily and with other specific prayers.

On 16 June 2023, my son was to start his first job. We hugged goodbye, and I prayed for him as he went out the door. My phone rang about 20 minutes later from an unknown number. I picked it up, and it was my son. He said, “Mommy, I was in an accident; please come.” A man got on the phone and said I am Bishop Nelson and told me where they were. I was a nervous wreck. I hung up, got in my car, and immediately called Bishop Downing. After telling him what was happening, he responded, “Let’s pray.” He prayed, and when he finished, I will never forget it; he said, “Christian is fine.” And gave a little giggle that only he does. It was so comforting. And he repeated, “Christian is just fine.” I believe God showed Bishop while we were on the phone. I called my husband and told him about the accident. He said I spoke so calmly. There’s no doubt I was calm because I had just gotten off the phone with Bishop.

When I arrived on the scene, the wreckage was deplorable. The whole front of the car was on the opposite side of the street. Airbags had deployed. Christian was lying down with the paramedics. That was because they made him lie down; he was originally sitting on the porch of someone’s house looking at the car. He spoke to me, asking if I was mad at him. I told him I was not and followed the ambulance to the hospital. Christian was just fine. They X-rayed and ran scans on him; they found two lung lacerations and said those needed to heal overnight or he would have surgery in the morning. Bishop and others prayed for him that night. The following morning, he leaped out of that bed when he woke up as if nothing had happened. Of course, him being him, he was ready to eat. My son only had to get three staples put in his head from a cut. He turned 17 on 19 June. All visible scars were gone that morning, and he was not sore anywhere. We give all the glory to God.

Thank you, Bishop and First Lady, for your prayers. And thank you for mandating our leadership to pray and study God’s Word.