<TITLE>04. Par 11-12</TITLE>L-11 Well, when I looked around, it was almost dark. The bell had been ringing, and they had search parties out for me. I jumped up and run through the woods real quick, and I jumped over a little strand of wire, right into Brother Wright's arms. He said, "Brother Billy," he said, "Mama, has been ringing that bell and we've hunted everywhere."
I said, "Brother Wright, no supper. Little Georgie Carter's going to come out of that bed and live."
And he said, "How do you know?"
I said, "The Lord just met me right up there by that dogwood bush and told be to go by the way of Carter's."
Do you believe God answers on both ends of the line? Her mother... That afternoon, little Georgie wanted to be baptized to bad, till she'd cried all afternoon. And her mother, a good woman--(I'll give you her address if you'd like to write to her after this.)--and her mother, a very fine woman, her father, also...
And they live kindly the edge of the little city. And so she'd cried all afternoon. Her mother, young, yet had turned gray from--from just setting for nine years by the side of that girl, watching her dwindle away and die. She had not seen the leaves, or the grass, or anything for nine years and eight months. She'd been on her back. They could not even put her on the bed pan. She had a rubber sheet under her, and they'd just pull the sheet out, the regular linen sheet. And then she had been crying and wanting to be well so she could go and be baptized.

L-12 And so that afternoon we'd baptized the Nail girl that had been crippled with--with a stoke for, oh, a long time, or arthritis, it was. It crippled her and pulled her leg in. And she was just as normal as any other girl. And she wanted to be baptized with the Nail girl.
And her mother had got so discouraged till she went off in the kitchen--to hear her own daughter cry and laying there dying. And she raised up her hands and she said, "O Lord Jesus, that impostor has come through this land and got my child so all wearied and shook up." And said, "There the poor little thing, laying in there dying, and then him coming around and saying something like that and got her crying and--and everything..." And while she was praying... (Now this is her story. I can't say this is true, only I believe it is.) She said, she seen a shadow coming across the wall, and she thought it was her daughter who lived a few doors below her, coming to see her around the house. And when she looked up, she said it was the shadow of Jesus on the wall. And He said, "Who's this?" and pointed her finger this way and she seen, like a vision, seeing my high forehead here, coming in, packing a Bible over my heart. And she jumped up to run into tell her daughter, and about that time I was coming in the door. God's always got you there just in time, if you'll just believe it.


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