By the time Marcias was six years old she and Abiram were best friends. When Abiram Was 3 years old he and Marcias were running around the backyard and Abriam fell. He was bleeding and he couldn't stop. Mary was horrified that she would lose her second born child. Marcias was horrified too.
"Abba," She prayed, "Please let me heal him. He's so little and we don't want to lose him."
"Go for it," GOD told Her.
Marcias ran over to Her brother. She held him still and prayed over Her brother.
"Okay Abiram," She said softly, "You're okay."
She held Her hands over Her brother's knee where the blood was gushing out and it dried up. He stopped crying as well. The pain had stopped.
"How did you do that," Abiram asked Her.
"I'll tell you," She said and whispered something in his ear.
"Woah!"
"I know but don't tell anyone okay? I don't want anyone knowing yet."
"Okay," Abiram replied smiling.
Abiram became even more enamored with his sister then he was before. He followed Her everywhere. He was always looking to Her to do things he couldn't do. She never got impatient or annoyed. She thought it was sweet. She adored Her little brother. He was sensitive so She had to be very careful about how She talked to him. One day Abiram ran into the house upset.
"What happened buddy," Marcias asked.
"Cousin Asher broke her leg," Abiram explained.
"How on Earth did she do that," Marcias asked.
"She fell down the steps," Abiram said, "Can you help her feel better?"
Marcias followed Abiram to Asher's house.
"Ash," She asked gently.
"Hey Marcias," Asher said, "I think I scared your brother."
"Let's see," Marcias replied and nearly gasped. The bone was sticking right out of Her cousin's skin. She quickly prayed to Her heavenly Father and touched Asher where her bone had been broken. It immediately healed up and the bone went back under the skin.
"You're some kind of healer," Asher whispered.
"Not just some kind," Abiram replied, "She's-"
Marcias looked at Her little brother but then told Asher the truth Herself.