When I was a young girl living at home with my parents, my mother was very sick. The doctor said he did not think she would live until morning. I went out into the hall and crawled under the stairway where I thought no one could see me. I prayed with all my heart that she might get well.
I said if she could only live, I would do anything God would have me do. I would dedicate my life to Him. I prayed until I gained a sense of peace. I just knew she would get well. I had perfect faith that she would be healed.
A little later the nurse came out and said that my mother had taken a radical change for the better and that she would be all right. And she was all right.
