Nancy Youngman

When just a child, my father took us children to Sunday school and church. The Word of God was planted in my heart. I was told there was a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun. My blood relations turned the Gospel aside, but I wanted to go to Heaven, for I heard that Hell was an awful place. I prayed the sinner’s prayer, “God be merciful to me,” and the Lord rolled the burden of sin off my heart. The joy of Heaven came down in my soul. I am thankful the Lord put the old-time religion in my heart. I shall never forget that day.

I have been in this Gospel way for many, many years. God has held me steady. He helps me every day. I have proven Him down in the valley and up on the mountain top. The power of God has come down and helped in trials and tests. He has healed my body so many times. Twenty-seven years ago, He healed me of a tumor and cancer. The God of Heaven heard and answered my prayer. He has healed my children many times also. I have two grown children, and I never gave them a drop of medicine in their lives.

This Gospel is real. Surely I am glad that God ever sent it my way.