<TITLE>18. Par 61-63</TITLE>L-61 My little girl, Rebekah, very spiritual little child, about nine years old now, she came out the next morning real early, and she looked down. I was standing out there looking at the old mother opossum, just, nobody there yet, real early. And there she was laying there, dew all over her like frost-like, you know, but it was dew. And those little babies still trying to nurse that, looked like, a dead carcass laying there.
And Becky said to me, my little girl, she said, "Daddy, what you going to do with her?"
I said, "Honey, I don't know."
She said, "Is she dead now?"
And I said, "I think she is, sweetheart."
And I took my toe and touched her like that; she didn't move, and I kicked her a little bit again. I seen that little grin come out, I said "No, she's still alive, honey." And I said, "Look at that leg." Oh, that big around." And ordinarily it would be about that, just blows and, oh, everything all over it, and the flies all over it. And I said, "Poor old thing," right on her left side. I said, "Just won't be long she'll be gone." I said, "Honey, you better hurry back to bed." I said, "You run on and get in the bed, sweetheart. It's too early for you to be up."

L-62 I walked in the little room to the side, and I set down there and was rubbing my head like this, where many great visions has took place. I was rubbing my head and I thought, "Well, I don't know what I'll do with that old opossum; I can't let them kill her; I just can't do it somehow."
And setting there like that, I heard something say to me, "Well, you preached a sermon on her yesterday to them boys, about her being a real mother."
I said, "That's right. I--I--I say she was a mother."
Said, "Well," said, "I sent her to you, and she's laid at your gate for twenty-four hours, or your step, waiting to be prayed for like a lady. And you've never said nothing about it yet."
"Why," I said, "I didn't know that--that..." I thought, "Who am I talking to?"
I thought, "Huh, I couldn't be talking to myself."
I thought, "Is that God? Why I know He deals with wi... He--He knows the sparrow; He knows there's wild an..."
I said, "Lord, if that be so..."

L-63 I walked back out and little Becky was still standing there. And I walked out. And I was where the old mother opossum was, and I said, "Heavenly Father, if You, by sovereign grace, this poor dumb brute, that doesn't have a soul, but yet she wants to live to raise her babies, and You sent her to my doorstep to be prayed for, and she's laid here twenty-four hours, and I didn't know it...?" I said, "Forgive Your servant for being so stupid. And I pray that in Christ's Name, that if You sent her here, that You'll do something for this opossum, even though it's a dumb brute, but You're the God Who created her, so, if You wanted me to pray for her, You forgive me, and I pray that You'll heal her."
And friends, God, my solemn Judge, that old opossum turned over and looked at me, picked up her little babies in her pocket, that leg just normal as the other one, strutted down to the gate, that tail picked up like that, turned around and looked at me as if to say to me, "Thank you, kind sir." Right down the road it went, not even a limp, and went to the woods and as far as I know, they're happy with their babies tonight.


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