A Testimony to Healing
By MRS. F. E. ROBERT.
WITH the hope that it may be an encouragement to others in affliction, especially to those separated as we are from our own physicians and nurses, I give this brief testimony of my healing. On the twenty-fifth of November last I was prostrated with a severe attack of bronchitis. The disease made rapid21advancement, and in spite of all we were able to do, it was very evident that pneumonia must follow unless something more effectual could be done at once. To call a physician who would administer drugs, we were very reluctant to do, yet our situation was extremely perplexing, knowing, as we did, that my vitality was far too low to cope with that dread disease. Suddenly it seemed as if some one really spoke to me these words, “You will not die; God will raise you up.” I at once began to praise him, and was perfectly happy and restful. At my request some of the brethren were called in to carry out the instructions in the fifth chapter of James. I received a wonderful blessing, and was soon able to be up a part of the time. But it seemed that our faith was to be more severely tried; for I was again stricken down, with complications which made the case even more critical than at first. My heart was in such a condition that it seemed almost impossible for me to rally again. But our faith held fast the promise that had been given me. Many of our friends urged medical assistance, but the contemplation always brought darkness to us, and we determined to trust God alone. As day after day passed, my strength became less, and I could not stand the least exertion. Digestion failed entirely, and at times I would be held for hours in a death-like chill that nothing could seem to check. However, my hope always grew brighter, and my confidence was strengthened by sweet communion with the Lord during sleepless nights. Finally, on Friday, January 6, just six weeks from the day my sickness began, it seemed that the climax had come. It was as if all the contending forces had been summoned for a last struggle. All my strength was exhausted, and my sufferings were intense. My husband repeated promises and prayed with me much of the time till evening, when relief was given, and I was assured that the test had been sufficient, and I should now have the desired blessing. We praised God for the victory. I asked him, if it were his will, to let the blessing come softly upon me during the night, so that I might be well and free to enjoy the Sabbath. I was left alone for the night, and soon fell restfully to sleep, but it was not long till I was awakened by sensations as of gentle, soothing waves of electricity passing over my body. I at once recognized this to be the workings of God, thanked him for it, and again went to sleep. The same was repeated several times during the night, and when morning came, I realized that the work had been done. My husband joined with me in a season of thanksgiving and praise, after which I arose in the name and strength of the Lord, dressed, walked about the house, and ate a hearty breakfast, and remained up during the day with my family—a Sabbath never to be forgotten in our home. My strength and flesh rapidly returned, and I was soon able to resume all my household duties. An unwavering faith in the promises has never failed to bring sure and speedy victory when tried or tempted, and I praise God for the mighty power of his Word. Paris, France, March 21, 1905.