<TITLE>32. Par 99-101</TITLE>L-99 And I went home. I quit that morning. I went on. I just couldn't stand it. Went over to mother's, and that evening, I was going home. And I reached around side of the door there, and picked up some mail, and when I went inside, the first letter I got said, "Miss Sharon Rose Branham," her little Christmas savings, eighty cents. There it was all over again. I knelt down by that old army cot that I was sleeping on out there in the kitchen. It had gotten cold weather, frost was up over the floor; I knelt down and I said, "God, please let me go, or something; ease my heart; I can't stand it like this."
And while I was praying and crying, I went to sleep. I dreamed that I was out west somewhere. I had on one of those big western hats; and I was going down across the prairie, whistling, "The wheel on the wagon is broken." And I happened to look, and there was an old prairie schooner there, and one of the wheels was broke, hanging down. And standing there was a beautiful young lady in her teens, had blond hair, blowing, her blue eyes, beautiful. I passed by, and I--I took off my hat, and said, "Good morning, ma'am." Started walking on, whistling the, "The wheel of the wagon is broken."
She said, "Good morning, dad."
I looked around, I said, "What'd you say?"
She said, "I said, Good morning, dad."
I said, "Well, lady, you call me your daddy; you're old as I am."
She said, "Dad, you don't know where you are."
And I said, "I don't understand."
She said, "On earth I was your little Sharon."
I said, "Sharon?"
She said, "Yes, there's no little babies up here, daddy," said, "we're all the same age; we're immortal."
And I thought, "Oh," I said, "where's--where's mother?"
And--and she said, "She's waiting for you."
And she said, "Where's Billy Paul?"
And I said, "Well, I just left him awhile ago." I said, "I don't understand this."

L-100 She said, "Mother's waiting for you up at your new home."
And I said, "New home?" I said, "Oh, honey, there's something wrong here." I said, "Branhams are vagabonds; we never have homes," I said, "We're just poor."
And she said, "But dad, you got one up here."
I turned to look, and there was a great palace, the glory of God coming from around it, she said, "That's your home, dad." Said, "Mama's waiting for you there." And I turned, started up the walk going like this, going towards the home, singing, "My Home, Sweet Home." There she come out to meet me again. Heaven's a real place. She stretched forth, her lovely being, her arms as she always did, that black hair glistening, those eyes, once again in perfect health. She stretched her arms, and she said, "Bill."
I went up to her, and I fell down like this. Many times when I come in from meetings and be so tired, she'd put her arms around me and always pat me. She said, "Oh, honey, you've tried so hard; I'm afraid you're going to break your health down while you're young," and patting me like that, on the back. And I fell down at her knees; and she put her arm around me; she said, "Bill."
And I--I said, "Honey, I don't understand it?" I said, "I met Sharon down there."
She said, "Yes, she said she's going down to wait for you."
I said, "Didn't our girl make a beautiful young lady?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "She's waiting for Billy Paul, she said."
Said, "Yes, won't you come in?"
And I said, "Honey," I raised up, and I said, "I'm so tired, I can't hardly stand it." I said, "I've just been praying for this sick, and praying for this sick." And I hadn't had these meetings then, remember.
And she said, "I know all about it, Bill."

L-101 Praying for the sick, that's the reason I believe that sometime my going will be from the platform. See? And I had... I said, "I just been praying for the sick; I'm so wore out I can't hardly stand it."
She said, "I know." She said, "Won't you set down?"
And I looked around; there was a great big Morris chair setting there. And I looked over at her, and she looked at me and smiled. She knowed what we was talking about.


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