When I was a young girl, I was at an all-female Christian conference with my mother.  All of the children were asked to sit in the front row, away from their mothers (I think so the parents could focus without distraction).  Anxious to be away from my Mum, I flopped in half in my chair, arms around my waist, dangling my head between my knees so I could at least see my Mum’s shoes a few rows behind me.  The woman who was speaking at the conference stopped what she was saying, and (in front of EVERYONE) placed her hand on my head and prayed that God would take away my period cramps…and also from that day forward, that I wouldn’t have any period cramps. Ever.  I was devastated!!  As a young girl in 6th grade, I hadn’t started my period yet and there were classmates sitting with me.  Dev-a-stated.  Anyway, needless to say, her prayers were not answered and my cramps were horrible, and I had a time in my life where I thought God was mad at me personally.  Or punishing me for my reaction to that woman’s prayers. I’ve since let all of that go, but man, what a mess it made on a child’s psyche.