<TITLE>07. Par 20-23</TITLE>L-20 Sister Bell almost lived, by the grace of God the last few years... She was a faithful believer in God's healing power.
And it so happened the other night... I've never in my life had prayer for her, and prayed with that dear old saint, until--unless God healed her. And the other night when I was called, I'd just got in from Arizona, about around midnight. They called my son and said, "Sister Sheppard, a friend of Sister Bell's, wants you to pray for her. She's in the hospital." I understood it to be Sister Sheppard, some lady perhaps in the building now, by the name of Sheppard, that she knew. I thought she was in the hospital. The next morning they called back about eleven something, and said, "It's not Sister Sheppard; it is Sister Bell herself is in the hospital." And to see that the wise providence and plan of God. Before we could ever get there, Sister Bell had done climbed the golden stairs. Before I could get there, God had plucked His rose of color to make His bouquet for the millennium. Before I could ever get there she was gone to meet God. God's expression of His love...

L-21 All these years of happy marriage was an expression of her loyalty as a wife to make a home for her husband and her children. That expressed itself through the hard times when little fellows around the table, and hard going, and a mother... It takes a mother to know how to put things together to make it last--last when little hungry mouths are around the table. But stand by her husband, loyal, stand by her children; it was an expression of genuine loyalty.
That's before every one of you. I wouldn't have to say that. You know that to be the truth. See? Yes, sir.

L-22 And her never-failing plea for her children... I don't believe I ever met her, or left her, without her asking a request for those children. That showed real motherhood, knowing that life is merely a dream or a preparation place for her children. She wanted to meet them in a land beyond here, where there would be no more hard times. She constantly would say to me (she called me "Brother Billy"), she'd say, "Brother Billy, pray for my children, none of them will be lost." If that isn't expressing real motherhood... A mother who's interested in her children, interested in her neighbors, her husband, her loved ones, it's God in the woman, expressing eternal things.

L-23 How I sympathize with her husband, my good friend. How I sympathize with them boys, to hear a message of, some of them in Germany and different places, of "Mother's gone." But she might be gone from your presence here, boys, but she's not--she's not dead. She's alive forevermore. She's a living in a land to where she prayed that each of you would meet her. Don't let her be disappointed. I'm sure she won't.
See one spoke out of that wheel this afternoon. I remember when the first spoke was taken from my family. One by one they'll drop away. It won't be too long. But listen, that wheel can be united together again in another land where there is no broken wheels, where God's great economy can be achieved, and can roll on through the ages. May it be that way, family. You've always had mother; now be with her forever. That's right.


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