In 1939, my husband and I moved to a little place south of Port Angeles, Washington. I thought it strange that we should move, but God saw the hunger in my heart for reality. I wanted to know how I could be a real Christian. I had gone to a church service one evening and afterward while going home, looked up into the sky and asked God, “How can a person know they are a Christian?” Then I thought, Someday, I will find a people who have the real thing.
When I attended my first Apostolic Faith service in Port Angeles, I knew I had found the right people. I went to the altar, but did not know how to pray, so I went home.
Later, I got down by my bedside and said, “I am going to have it. I am not going to wait until there is another meeting. I want what these people have.” In a moment of time God rolled the burden of sin away. He gave me peace and happiness. Such joy flooded my soul. I knew I had been washed in the Blood of the Lamb.
Later, God sanctified me and baptized me with the Holy Ghost. He also saved my husband.
God has been good to me down through the years. He has undertaken for my body many times. In 1935, I was very sick with colitis. I recovered partially, but continued to struggle the rest of my life with this illness. I took every medicine I had ever heard of that might help. In 1951, I was very sick again. I was in pain for weeks and lost forty pounds. After my husband died in 1952, I moved to Tacoma, Washington, and became worse. Nothing would do me any good. I made up my mind to trust God and I threw away all medicine. I was prayed for according to God’s Word, and He healed me. It was the most wonderful thing. I was fifty-nine—to think that after all those years, God would do that for me.
I praise God for the Gospel; I love it with all my heart and I want to be faithful all the way.
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