Precious Memories - Page 17
During the time of this terrible ordeal, we went to Jeffersonville, Indiana, where Brother William Branham was preaching at his tabernacle. One particular night, the tabernacle was so crowded, and for some reason, the air conditioners went off. Little Sue was fretful, and I had to walk her outside all during the services, hoping Brother Branham would pray for her when he finished preaching. To my disappointment, I heard him say over the outside speakers that since it was so hot and miserable without the air conditioners, he wasn’t going to pray for sick. I walked to the back of the church, and was standing in the shadows with a sad, heavy heart, after traveling so far, and then, worrying with her all during the preaching, only to find out that he wasn’t going to minister to the sick that night.
I looked and saw Brother and Sister Branham get into their station wagon to drive off. (You that are familiar with Brother Branham when he was living knew how he would slip out after he finished ministering before the people were dismissed, because there were so many people desiring to talk to him until they would just throng him.)
As he started out the driveway, all of a sudden, he stopped the car and began to back up to where I stood. He rolled his glass down and asked this question, “Do you want your baby prayed for?” I said, “I sure do, Brother Branham!” He laid his hands on her and prayed, and then he drove off as I stood there crying and thanking God that He had seen the desire of my weary heart.
I would probably have despaired if I had not remembered what Brother Branham had preached that night. He said that after you were prayed for, Satan would fight harder than ever to cause you to doubt your healing, but if you would not let your faith waver for seventy-two hours after prayer, Satan could not hold on any longer.
Sue started having more attacks and got worse, but I held on to God’s promises. Then, the attacks began to get farther and farther apart, until she stopped having them altogether.
I still praise God for this great miracle. She was healed! God’s Word had prevailed again, and Satan lost the battle! This the is the victory that overcomes the world: our faith in what Christ has already done for us.
We left Canada in 1962 after having a wonderful revival, and stopped in Baltimore, Maryland. Dale, George Jr., and Cindy would be enrolled in school wherever we stopped. I know that this was a real task for them at times because we were constantly traveling from one place to another, thus causing them to continually change schools, but they were brave little warriors for the sake of Christ and God always blessed them wherever we traveled.
While they were enrolled in the Baltimore schools, the teacher gave assignments to write essays about schools in other places. Dale was supposed to write concerning Canadian schools, so she found this easy since she had just left the little school in Canada.
The children came home one day, telling us that they had spent hours with the counselors instead of having class that day. We learned that the counselors had asked many questions, trying to find the secret of how the children could get passing grades so easily even with changing from one school to another, while they had other children enrolled in their schools for all of their lives and they couldn’t seem to pass. I told them that if they would have come and asked us, we could have saved them a lot of time and trouble. The secret is in prayer and seeking the kingdom of God and His righteousness first, then watching God do the rest by adding these things.