Pauline White

God came into my heart one day and brought me out of darkness. He saved me and gave me a mind to live a holy sanctified life. After He saved me, He sanctified me, and then baptized me with the Holy Ghost and fire.

I praise God for the healing of my body. He tells us in I John 3:22, we can ask anything of Him and receive it if we keep His commandments. We have to step out on His promises.

Some years ago, I was lying in a hospital bed. The doctors had given up, but I wrote to the Apostolic Faith people to pray for me. There was nothing to do then, but to wait on God. I said,“Lord, I want You to take hold. I want to live for Jesus on this earth. I want to be a witness for You.” Then I stepped out on faith, and God stepped in. I said, “God, I want You to look down upon me this morning!” I got up from that hospital bed and started to walk out. At first, I found I could only walk a few feet, but I kept going. As I headed out of the hospital the doctor said, “If you walk, you will fall and you will burst your brains out on the street.” I said, “The Lord is able to undertake.” As I went through the doors, I did fall, but I got back up. That evening, I was able to walk slowly and talk. My husband asked if I wanted to go to church. I said, “Yes, you help me get ready and I will go.” I went to the meeting and the saints told me to take it easy. I said, “No. God has healed me,” and the Lord did heal me. I never had to take medication for that or go back to the hospital for an operation.

Another time, I had a sore on my side. It was about three inches through. It kept bleeding and I thought it was cancer. It was there for quite some time. One day my husband said we could no longer have the saints over to eat with us because of the sore. That put a terrible burden on my soul, for we always kept our house open for the saints. That night I got on my knees and prayed nearly all night. The next day I went to church and showed the sore to Sister Kelly. She said, “Let me anoint and pray for you.” She prayed the first time and wanted to look at the sore again. It had quit bleeding. When she prayed the third time and looked, the skin was smooth. There was never even a scar left from it.

I thank God for all He has done for me. There is a song that says, “Count your blessings.” I can’t even count my blessings, there are so many.