<TITLE>15. Par 42-43</TITLE>L-42 And just then, friend... Now remember, one day I'm going to leave this world myself. The Angel told me to--would take place, it took place just then; I felt it. And I went down and had prayer for her; the vibrations stopped. And I said, "Sister, you're going to be well."
She said, "Brother Branham, I don't know what's happened to me," she said, "but just--I just know I'm going to be well again."
And I said, "You are. You're going to be well." I walked out and all the people out there in the kitchen crying, and I walked out and shut the door as I come out.
They said, "Well, what about it, Brother Branham?"
I said, "THUS SAITH THE LORD, the girl will live."
Her poor old daddy just broke down to crying. And here's her testimony wrote in this paper. Says... Here's... She quoted my words here.
"Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever... He is also performing miracles in these last days. On May, the 16th, 1947, the doctors found it necessary to operate on me. When they did, they found a raging cancer. All that--all--all that some of the best doctors of this city could say was that my time was very short. My friend, God came on the scene. Brother Branham flew here from Jonesboro, Arkansas, by plane and prayed for me. The Lord immediately killed the cancer germ and healed my body. I can never get through thanking the Lord for sending Brother Branham to pray for me and for the healing of my body. Mrs. L-a-d-d-i-e M-y-r-i-c-k: Laddie Myrick, 325 West Cook Street, El Dorado, Arkansas." Write to her. See?
Now, if that woman, where the best of doctors with that cancer... Was no miracle. It was a miracle. She accepted it as a miracle, but it was weeks later before she was perfectly well, but they... I told her the germ of that cancer was dead. She believed it, and that's what happened. Can't you believe the same thing?

L-43 Now, one more little thing kinda boosted my heart when I read this. Is was a dear mother in Canada. And give me your undivided attention now, as I read this little article. We'll have prayer and have the healing service. "All things are possible," title for that. "Humbly dedicated to Rev. William Branham, by a Canadian mother." There's where God healed. Bless her heart, I'll never forget them. And that little song of "All Things Are Possible." You can just hear it sung anywhere. They say you hear a mother rocking her baby; she's singing it. And out on the street they're singing it; in their work they're singing it, "All Things Are Possible," and they've got a revival sweeping plumb from coast to coast in Canada, everywhere. Little churches that was once turned down, they've reopened them again. Missionaries or evangelists has went out into the field there and opened it up: such a stirring. That's what we need, isn't it friend?


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