On Oct. 29, 2004, my three-year-old grandson fell three stories, almost 30 feet. He was in ICU in critical condition. We were afraid we would lose him. He received blood transfusions and many X-rays and CT scans. He was in a lot of pain.

I would stand by his bed and tell him that Jesus loved him. Every day I'd say, "Let's pray to Jesus," and all Chase could say in a tiny voice was, "Yes."

On the seventh day, I said, "Let's pray to Jesus." Chase said, "Yes." I closed my eyes, and he closed his. We folden our hands. I asked Jesus to please make Chase better, to let him come home to play with Nana and his brother and sister. All of a sudden this little three-year-old voice said, "And go get donuts, chocolate ones with sprinkles."

I opened one eye and looked at Chase. His little hands were still folded and his eyes closed. He hadn't been allowed food for a week. He was really praying for donuts. I said, "Yes, Chase, all good things come from God, even donuts!"

Chase came home a few days later. Every day I brought him chocolate donuts with sprinkles. This last Sunday he was able to attend Sunday school and church. We stopped for treats afterwards, and guess what the church served--donuts!

Chase's eyes got big, and he said, "Look, Nana, DONUTS!"

Pastor was standing there, and we both smiled. Jesus saved Chase, and I'm so thankful that Chase has thanked him with me.

Cherry Simpson