I was about to leave my room to play with my drone when my roommate came in looking very hurt. He was trying to keep pressure off his ankle which was inflamed and he was in pain. He told me that he hurt it getting on a transport bus because of how the steps were done on the vehicle. He was getting ready to take an ibuprofen for the pain, but I told him to let me pray for him before he did. I didn't want to pray, I wanted to go play, but it didn't settle well with me that I'd wait to pray for him during another time or perhaps not at all. We're both here in Brazil to pray for the sick and see miracles, so that just didn't make sense. I laid hands on his ankle, and began to command the pain to leave and for the inflammation to go down. After I did this, I just welcomed the Holy Spirit, and I forgot to tell him I was pausing, because he begins to tell me that he'd gotten more of his range of motion back that he literally didn't have moments ago. I just continued to bless the Lord, and commanded the pain and swelling to go. I got up, and he begins walking on his foot with no pain. I could still see that it was clearly inflamed, but there was no pain. The inflammation had gone down, but it was still a lot to me. Yet, as we began to bless the Lord because of his presence in our room, you could visibly see a drastic difference in the amount of swelling in his ankle. God is good even with the small things.