Georgia Hanlin

I didn’t have the privilege of being reared in a Christian home. I never was taken to Sunday school in my life. I was taught to believe the only Heaven or Hell there was, was what we made for ourselves on earth.

About 31 years ago, a group of evangelistic workers came to South Prairie where we were living. We went to some of the meetings, and I heard the sweetest story I ever heard in all my life. I heard Christ could come into your heart and make a change. He could take the burden of sin away and give you peace. I prayed and God saved my soul. For as long as I could go to the meetings I kept the Lord in my life, but we moved away and I ended up wandering around in sin again.

I was so hungry for God. The next night, God sanctified my soul. I prayed that night, through the next day, and then back at their meetings the next night, and God baptized me with the Holy Ghost and fire.

One day, heart-broken, I fell on my knees and said, “God, if you have a people who know how to pray, somehow let me come in contact with them.” I was married by then and my little son said to me, “Mother, you are not happy. What’s the matter?” It broke my heart and I called on God, as I didn’t know which way to turn. One day my son told me there were people coming to hold meetings in a little fruit stand. We were living in Klamath Falls, Oregon at that time. Brother Frost came across the mountains in the middle of winter (I know in answer to my prayer) to tell the Gospel story. I heard the Gospel team get up, one after another, and tell the Story, and how whole families were in this Gospel. I felt at rest. I was so hungry for God. I will never forget that night as long as I live. I went home and prayed all night, and all the next day. I was so hungry for God. The next night, God sanctified my soul. I prayed that night, through the next day, and then back at their meetings the next night, and God baptized me with the Holy Ghost and fire.

My husband said that if I accepted this Gospel, I would have to leave home. I said, “I will go.” I expected to take the children with me. I packed their clothes. He stayed home from work that day and unpacked the oldest boy’s clothes and then bought me a ticket to Washington. I could not give up the Christ who had done so much for me. I got on the car and started. I had to leave my child. I never will forget every curve around the Green Springs Mountain. I got off in Medford. God so wonderfully opened a home for me with one of the saints. I didn’t have to go to my folks in Washington.

There is nothing too hard for Jesus. I have proved that.

At night, I would walk the floor and wring my hands. I wanted my boy so bad, but I never opened the Word of God that He didn’t give me a promise. I opened the Word yesterday. I came to one of those promises. It said, “And the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood. The churning of milk bringeth forth butter.” It meant a lot. There is nothing too hard for Jesus. I have proved that.

A few months after that, God started dealing with my husband. He saved his soul, and reunited our home. He gave my boy back to me. Today that boy is preaching the Gospel. The other boy is singing in the choir and is a Sunday school teacher. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt there is nothing too hard for Jesus.

Polio was going around when my granddaughter was only two. She would have problems when she walked across the floor. She cried and said her arms and legs hurt. We had to take her to the doctor. He said, “She doesn’t have polio; she has a severe case of sugar diabetes.” We took her to the ministers and we felt as though God healed her. We took her back to the doctor. He took tests every half hour from 9:30 until 12:30. He had to admit God performed a miracle. He healed that child of sugar diabetes! I have a lot to thank God for.

It has been a good many years since God saved my soul, and in those years he has never failed me. There hasn’t been one problem he hasn’t been able to solve; there hasn’t been a burden He hasn’t helped to carry. Oh, so often in times of sickness He has come down and touched our bodies!

I remember just a few years ago I went up to visit my folks. God healed me of heart trouble but my dad could not accept the fact, and he made an appointment for a doctor to examine me. I went, because I knew without a shadow of doubt that God had healed my heart; but in the examination they found I had something else. They found I had cancer. The doctor called me in after a thorough examination—I was there almost ten hours—and he said, “If you have someone you can call, send him to be with your husband and talk to him; you need to have an operation. I will make the arrangements to have it the first thing in the morning because this thing has gone as far as it can without being fatal.” This was in Seattle, and I thought of my son who was in Chehalis. We called him and he said, “Mother, don’t forget the time God healed you of coronary thrombosis when your heart was so bad.” I did look back to that time. My son said, “Cancer is no worse than heart trouble.”

He and his wife knelt and prayed before they came to Seattle. He went in with me and we talked to that specialist. The doctor drew a picture for my son to show where the cancer was, and said I needed to have that operation. My son said, “It depends upon mother; whatever she wants to do, we have trusted God all these years.”  And I said, “Yes, and we are trusting Him now!”

I came back to Medford. I didn’t say anything to anybody about it. I read the Bible and prayed, and fasted and prayed. One day I felt as though it was time that God was going to heal me. I asked our pastor at that time if he and another minister would come down to his office after the meeting, and they did. I asked them if they believed God could do anything. I knew they did, but I just wanted to hear them say so. They answered, “Of course, we do!” So they anointed me and prayed for me—and they didn’t let go; we prayed and prayed until the power of God came down, and I felt the healing virtue of Christ go over my body. I went to a doctor there in town and was examined. He wrote a report back to the specialist in Seattle stating that I was every whit whole.

I tell you I have a Christ whom it pays to serve. I am not afraid to trust Him in any circumstance or any trial. He never failed me, and I love Him today for what that means to me.