<TITLE>03. Par 11-12</TITLE>L-11 I told her that the Lord was going to heal her. And I... Brother George and I got down to pray, and when I started to pray, well, that Angel that I see, that--that you see in the picture, I seen it hanging over the bed. Well, I reached over and took a hold of her hand; and I said, "Mrs. O'Hannian..." (Now, she lives in New Albany right now, her and her husband and family.) And I said, "Mrs. O'Hannian, the Lord Jesus has sent me and told me before coming, that--to pray for you, and you was going to be made well. Rise up on your feet and be made well in the Name of Jesus."
Her legs was drawed up under her. She--with her Armenian Bible over her heart, started moving towards the side of the bed. And as she did, she... Then Satan spoke to me, said, "You let her hit that floor, she'll break her neck, off that high bed."
I was scared for a moment. And I'd always knowed that what them visions (I didn't know what it was then) had told me, was always right. So I went ahead anyhow. Let her come off the bed, and, God being my witness, as soon as she started jump from that bed, both legs come straight. Her daughter screamed, pulling her hair and running out into the street, screaming as loud as she could. Neighbors come from everywhere. And there she was, for the first time, for seventeen years, walking around in that room, praising God.
I left immediately to get away from it. Later, I got acquainted with this young girl and went with her. 'Course this don't have to be on record, but I went with the young girl.

L-12 Not long after that, a few weeks, I was in my mother's house one evening. And I'd been praying that day, and I--I just simply couldn't seem to break through to a--to victory in my prayer. And I thought I'd just stay all, you know, go ahead to bed. I was staying home at that time. And so I went into the--the room to--to pray, and I was about one o'clock in the morning, I guess.
And I--I prayed, and all at once I looked. And mama, she used to take her clothes and just pile them in a chair, you know. We're real poor people. And I looked, Something white coming to me. And I thought, I was looking at that chair of clothes. But It was that Angel of the Lord that--like cloud, you know.


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