<TITLE>10. Par 38-40</TITLE>L-38 But hold on to Christ; or this, let Christ hold on to you...?... It's just like one time, if you'll just let Him hold you. Now, we're not a big church. That's true. But I believe God's holding us.
My little girl, Rebekah there, I tell a little story on her and Sarah one time. Their--their both daddy's little girls, you know. And so, I'd be out late, you know, and I--I love my children. And I wouldn't come in till maybe weeks. And I remember Rebekah when I...
Her birth was the marking of my ministry. I asked the Lord if He'd let me stay home until the baby was born. And when I--she was born, and I went up on a trip, and come back, and she begin to know me. After about six months old or something, I made St. Louis and a few of the Arkansas meetings, went on down in the south. And when I left then, I never come back for nearly a year. When I come in one cold day, and we had two little rooms we were living in, and had quilt stuck in the door and pushed in. It was around zero weather.

L-39 And to keep the baby from--for forgetting me, mother had my picture setting there, and she'd say to Rebekah, and she'd say, "Daddy, daddy."
But when I come back, I'd lost about twenty-five pounds, and nearly all my hair was gone. I said, "Hi, sweetheart." She was scared; she cried. She was afraid of me. My own child afraid of me.
And mother tried to say, "Daddy," and she'd point to the picture. That was daddy, not this. That liked to kill me.
Finally I got her little legs, and pulled them around my stomach, and set down, and begin pat her, and tell her I was daddy, and I'd been out working for the Lord. And finally, she laid her little head over on my chest. She laid there a little while and she'd raise back up and look at that picture, then look at me again. Finally she'd making up her mind it was me, you know.

L-40 When her little sister was born, well, Becky is kind of a tall, thin, long-legged... And so they was waiting up one night for me to come home. And I got in kinda late. So then when I come home, why, they'd done went to bed.
And the next morning, I was so weary and tired, a lot of visions, and I'd sleep in. I couldn't sleep; I was too weary. And when I got up, come out in the room, why, set out there. First thing you know, Becky happened to wake up first. "Well, it's daylight. Daddy might be there." Here she come, them pajamas just a flying. And when she run, she...
Here comes Sarah, her little bitty sister, little bitty tot about like this, wearing Becky's hand-me-downs. I guess your children does that too. The feet about that much too long, you know, and here they was slamming them big feet coming through and her little, old brown eyes.
But Becky jumped right a straddle my knee, like this, and put her arms around me like this and said, "Sarah, my sister, I want you to know that I was here first. (That's the way some of the great denominational churches think they was there first. See, see, see?) And I've got all of daddy."
She was well-balanced; her feet was on the floor. She balanced herself up pretty good, said, "I've got all of daddy, and there's none left for you."


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