I was a backslider when I came to an Apostolic Faith meeting in Portland, Oregon, in 1941 and heard this wonderful story of a life of victory over sin. My husband was quite a drinker and I wanted the Lord to save him first. When he didn’t get saved, I thought there was no hope for me. The next morning, though, God spoke to my heart, telling me to put my house in order. This made me realize there was hope for me.
I went to the next camp meeting, and on a Sunday night, went to the altar with a hungry heart. I called on God for mercy, and He wonderfully saved my soul!
He sanctified me, too, when I consecrated my life and all to Him. And I will never forget the night He baptized me with the Holy Ghost and fire. He spoke through these lips of mine in the Yugoslav language. There was a Yugoslavian woman present who understood every word I said.
God also healed me of the arthritis I had been suffering with. When I realized I was healed, I was so thrilled that I began to laugh and cry. It was such a relief to know that awful affliction was gone.
A few years later, I had a stroke. As a result, I lost twenty-three pounds in ten days. The Lord undertook and healed me of that, too. Not very long ago, I had streptococcus of the blood stream. I trusted God for my healing, but when my family found out how bad I was—that I couldn’t get out of bed—they insisted on getting a doctor. I told them, “If you are going to call the doctor, call the ministers too!” The doctor wanted me to go to the hospital, but I said, “God healed me of arthritis, so I trust that He will heal me of this affliction through the prayers of His people.” The Lord did undertake and heal me. I have been able to work again and I have been able to take care of myself since my husband died.
The Lord has held me steadfast. I want to go all the way with Jesus.
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