This is hard to do, but I pray God will give me the right words to say, and that it will all be of His Glory not of mine..
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To start with I was born in Ferriday La. Before I was born my Mother had two daughters and she also had miscarried a boy before she got pregnant with me. Thinking she would have a boy, instead I came into this world being a girl, and I know I was a great disappointment to my Mother. The night I was born, I came into this world with pneumonia and also with my Mother's cord wrap around my throat. At first they said Iwas born dead, but the doctor had worked with me and helped me to be able to breath. From the start, the Lord had His hands on me and through the years He showed me more and more of how He had protected me and watched over me.
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Because of my Mother's disappointment, as I was growing up, I can never remember my Mother telling me she loved me, and the pain of not being loveed was great.
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As the years started going by, there came a time when my parents decided to have my tonsils removed. At this time my Father was in the Army so my parents put me in the hospital which was on the base where my Father was stationed at. The night before the surgery, I was ill and had a hard time sleeping. The next morning as the nurse came in to prepare me to have my tonsils removed, she found I was sleeping and thought she would let me sleep and let the next person on the list go before me, which was a young boy. As this young child went into the operating room, he took my place, not knowing that his life was to end here on earth, at the same time myparents..never knew that it was not me that went to the operating room. Soon some one came out and told my parents that I died in the operating room. The doctor was drunk and gave this young child too much ether andit killed him. My parents went home to prepare funeral arrangements for me. After they went home they had a call from the hosp that it was not me who had died. I do not know this little boys name that took my place that day, and I know how his parents must have hurt when they found out he died. I do know this.. that this little boy lives in Heaven with our Heavenly Father and when I go through the gates, I know I will know him, and will be so thankful to be able to tell him "thank you". I know this young child lost his life, and yet I know Jesus
loved him so much that he must have a special place for him and yet Jesus loved me. For a purpose he spared
my life.

As the years passed by, I learned what pain was and I learned what the rejections of this world really were.

In school, I was made fun of, for I was always so tall and skinny, had buck teeth and wore glasses. I know
that kids can be cruel but kids are honest they tell it to your face..*S*..Yes it hurt to be the outcast, for I felt it at
such a young age, that I was not loved at home or any where.

When I was about in the first grade, some people came to our home and they invited my parents to church.
My parents did not go at that time, but they sent me and my two sisters, just to get us out of the house. Even
though my parents did not go, they did the right thing for us girls at that time. My oldest sister came to know the
Lord that year. I remember every Sunday she would go forward to ask Jesus in her heart and the preacher said
"You are too young , you need not worry about it," until he must have gotten tired of her going forward, and
finally let someone pray with her and she asked Jesus into her heart. Not long after that my other sister also
came to know the Lord.

My parents moved a lot, and that was very hard for us girls. Sometimes we switched schools two to three
times in one year. When I was about in the 4th grade we moved to this neighborhood in New Orleans, Plum
Orchard. In this neighborhood there was this little southern Baptist Church. Soon my parents had us girls going
to church here, and this is where I asked Jesus to come into my heart. I knew my sister "had" something real
and I wanted it too.*S*..

During this time my oldest sister was diagnosed with Polio and soon she was in the hospital. I remember
going to the hospital to see her for a short time, and how I missed her. She was my Mother in so many ways.
She really went through a lot during this time. It seem like she was in the hospital forever, but finally she was able to
come home. My parents had to make all different kinds of arrangements for her, for she needed special care.
She even had to learn to walk all over again but I thank Jesus that He protected her and allowed her to live. I
know those two years were very hard on her. Now my sister is married and has 3 sons and 1 daughter .. and
quite a few grandchildren. The Lord blessed her with a nice family.

One of the things I want to talk about is my Father. I loved my Father as a small child. To me he was my
protector, and I looked up to him in so many ways, until I was 11 years old.( Lord the past is buried.. and let me
give you the Honor for taking this pain away). My Mother was ill that year and was in the hosp. during this time
I was going through some hard times even though I was just a child. I would come home from school, walk in
the door, and meet an empty house for my sisters went to a different school. I can remember sitting there and
looking at the wall for we had a picture of Jesus sitting there holding a lamb..and all I could do was cry. At
school I would go through the rejections, and felt I had no friends, no one I could talk to. While my Mother was
in the hospital, my Father molested me. At the time, I was scared, and did not dare mention it to anyone and
through the years I kept it bottled up inside of me. I felt so betrayed by my Father and the bitterness began
setting in, not just towards my Father but my Mother too. For like I said, she never told me she loved me, and I
honestly can't remember anyone, in my young life, telling me they loved me.

When I was almost 13 years old we moved to Michigan, for my Father's job transfered him there. We
moved to a town called Drayton Plains when I was in the 7th grade. During this time I became ill and a lot of
things were happening inside of me and my bitterness kept growing and growing.

When I was 14 yrs old I met the best friend that I ever had. We lived right behind each other and we
were in the same grade in school. Her name was Edna and over the years we still send each other a
Christmas card each year. Edna came from a family of 8 children and she was right in the middle..
How I loved going to her home, for I was treated like the family, but in my heart I envied her so. We
were both of the same beliefs and we even attended the same church...the same church where I was
to be married someday.

I graduated from High School and on the night of my graduation, only my middle sister came and my
Father and Edna's family was there for her. As I walked with my class, I cried all the way.
Everyone thought I was crying from being happy that I was graduating, but, I was crying for my
Mother did not care enough to even come, and it hurt for she went to both of my sisters and not to
mine.

After I graduated from High School I went straight to getting a job, and my first job was working in a
shoe department store. Did not make much money during this time. I was given a dollar an hour and would
put in about 8 hrs aday. I stayed at the job for awhile and changed to different jobs till I finally went to
school to be a beautician. My middle sister help me during this time, so I could go to school and back
then it was for 9 months and you were finished. Soon as I finished my schooling I got a job and met a
couple of other girls where I got my job and we all became friends. One of the girls had a boyfriend who
was in the army and where he was stationed at was not too far from where we all lived. I met her boyfriend
and him and some of their friends were forever talking about this guy named Francis. One night I went
over to my friends apartment and she asked me if I would run her out to the base so she could see her
boyfriend. I told her I would, so off we went.

Now if a person knew me back then, they would have all been shock over what I did.. for I did not
like dating and I truthfully did not like many men, but that night, as I was sitting at the gate, I asked the
guard if he knew a guy with the last name of Francis. He said He did, and I asked him, since I was sitting
there waiting doing nothing if I could meet him.. He goes sure I will call him. Not long after that this
man came out and and wanted to know who was wanting to see him and I said I did..We talked for a
few minutes and then I asked him would he like to go over to this girl's house for I wanted to see her for
her husband had been killed in Viet Nam. He said yes he would go , so we left and (also my friend
went with us.) I think everyone was ready to fall off of their seats, when I brought some man in. After
we stayed there for awhile and I took my girlfriend back to her apartment we started talking and I found
out that not too long before that, He had asked Jesus into his heart. I told him that I went to church and
wanted to know if he wanted to go and if so I would pick him up. He said yes .

That night when I went home, I woke my Mother up and my Father, and told them I met the man I
was going to marry. My Mother laughed and even though she laughed I knew her curiosity was up. I told
them his name was Ron and that he was from Nebraska.

Over the next two months Ron and I saw each other every night as soon as I got off of work. One
night as we were going to church to see the Christmas program Ron proposed to me and wanted to
know if I would marry him right away for He was being shipped out to Germany in Feb. and I told him
yes..( like I wouldn't).

On Feb. the 1st we were married and the same week we came out to Nebraska, so I could meet all of
his family. We stayed here about three weeks then we went back to Michigan for it was time for him to
be shipped out.

Ron was in Germany for about 3 months and then I got a call from him saying he was coming home.
Now lights should be going off in my head but they were not and I just knew I was excited that he
was coming back.

After Ron came home I found out he was discharged from the Army, all he told me was that it was
medical and I did not worry about it. Ron wanted to go back to Nebraska to live and as a young
bride I was willing to follow him to the end of the world. At first we move to a small town here and it
was called Albion. Not long afterwards I found out I was expecting and I was so excited, but Ron
did not share in the excitement like I did.

During my pregnancy I started getting these feelings like something was going to go wrong when I went to
have my baby. When it came close to the end of my pregnancy I told Ron I thought something was going to go
wrong and if it did ..I wanted him to give our baby to my oldest sister to raise, for I was beginning to tell there
was something wrong with Ron even though I did not know what it was.

The night I went into the hospital I started hemorrhaging and I went into shock and came very close to
dying. Only by the Grace of God did I live. A couple of days later the Dr. told me he never thought I
was going to live, for he said I came very close to death's door. When I found out I gave birth to a
little girl, I was so thrilled, but inside of me a fear in my heart was taking control. I was thinking if anyone
touched my baby like my Father did to me I would kill him. I never told Ron before this about my
Father, I kept it bottled up inside of me. One night I told him and it was one of he hardest
thing I ever did. I told him even if I found out that he did what my Father did I would kill him. Thank
the Lord, Ron was not anything like that.

When Alison was a baby we move to a town called Central City and this is where I found that Alison,
had some brain damage from birth and that she had Cerbal Palsy and that her brain was like a car
with out brakes. (Return to inex page for Alison's Miracle.)

During this time I also found out that Ron was discharged from the service not of health reasons but
because he was mentally ill. He was diagnosed as a schizophrenic, and I had no idea what that meant,
but our marriage started going bad. He started trying o control my life and it was like he was so
jealous over Alison and this would bring walls up between us.

I had two other children after Alison, after Alison I had a son and we named him Troy and then Melissa
followed after Troy.

While we were living in Central City I met a lady that move in next to us and we became the best of
friends and her name was Sue. Right after I had found out what was wrong with Alison and I told Sue
some day God was going to heal my little girl and that she was going to be normal. Now I was not
pentecostal at this time, I was still going to a Baptist church, and if the mention of any thing about the
pentecostal would come up, I would think in my mind that God does not speak through people that
way and God does not expect us to raise our hands and praise His Name and God does not speak of
prophesy as of today for that all ended when the bible was finished. I had a very closed mind..*S*.

I want to back up here for I feel I need to tell this. When I found out I was expecting Troy, I told my
Dr. what had happened when I had Alison and told him I was scared of having a another baby. He told
me that it would not happen the second time. The day I had Troy, I can remember the DR. calling my
name trying to keep me alert, but I don't remember giving birth to Troy, just like I don't remember
giving birth to Alison. So I did go ino a mild shock this time. When I was expecting Melissa I started having
problems in my pregnancy and then in my 5th month I was hopitalized for my labor started. (My miracle with
Melissa on index page.)

When Melissa turned 4 years old we had decided to make a move to MO. for Ron condition was
getting worst and now he was getting where he could not hold a job. So we took off to Mo. to find
us a place out in the country and we move to a little town called Mountain View. How I loved it down
there. Not long after we had moved, my middle sister followed and her family moved close by us.
This is the time my sister and I, for the first time, really got to know each other.

Soon afterwards I started having health problems and I went to the Dr. and kept going back over
and over again . I started again getting these feelings that I was going to die in surgery. Told my sister
that and told my husband and my oldest sister. I went to church one Sunday morning and as I was sitting there I
started getting some pain and could not stand it so we got up and left. That same day I went into the hospital and
a few days later my Dr. told me I was going to need exploratory surgery and that all of my organs were being
push up into my breast bones, and said they would also do a hysterectomy. I never told this Dr. my fears that I
had but the night before my surgery my pastor came in and saw me and I told him, what I felt and that I might
not make it. I told him if I should die I would like for him to tell my children and told him to please contact
my sister.

That night as I lay in bed, I prayed and told the Lord the condition of my home life and how my children
needed me. I said "Lord I know you as my Savour and I know I am suppose to go home to be with
you, Lord Jesus, my children need me too and I need to see them raised, however Lord if you want
me more than I am willing to die." I slept that night knowing I might be going to heaven the next
morning.

In surgery, when the Dr. made an incision, my blood vessels started breaking and when they got
one tied another one would break When they got to my uterus they found the problem. I had a ball
of veins connected to my uterus and I was told they were like the size of a large ball..and those also
started breaking. My surgery took quite along time and again I came close to dying.

When I woke up, my sister was there and so was her husband and Ron. I remember I said "I almost
died," I knew without being told. I need to say this before I forget, both of the DRs. that were doing
the surgery were christians and I was told by more than one person that they said "when they were tying
the vessels, they were both praying" and said "there was someone else in that operating room beside them, or
else I would had not made it." Thank You Jesus again...

You know what came to me after I was feeling better, the song, Amazing Grace..thats what it was for
me.

While we were living in Mo. I wanted to get my teeth fix, for I had very buck teeth. I had to go to an
oral surgeon plus the orthodontist, for my jaw was deformed from birth. I had to have braces put on
my teeth, so the oral surgeon would be able to operate and move my teeth in position where they
should be after the surgery. It took me over a year before I was able to have the surgery. When I
went in to the hospital, this time I felt peace about it and a little excited for after this I would be able to close
my mouth, which I never was able to do before. My jaw was very deformed, and I knew it was going to
be a long operation, but this time I had no fears and no doubts of going through it.

After the surgery I was in intensive care and then 3 days later I was moved to a regular room, where I
would stay till I went home. My jaw was wired shut and I had to learn to sip every thing . The day before I was
suppose to come home, my doctor came in and told me that I was coming down with bronchitis and they might
not be able to send me home the next morning. I felt so nervous that day, and felt like if I don't get to go home
now I might not ever get to go home. I lay there praying, asking the Lord please let me go home. Then I went to
sleep for a brief moment and I heard my name being called. I opened my eyes. Who ever it was, called me
what my Father called me, Georgia Ann. At the foot of my bed stood a man, and when I saw him I felt
peace, and then he was gone. The next morning they took an xray of my lungs and later I was told
there was nothing wrong with me and I could go home. *S*

I was just suppose to have my jaws wired about 6 weeks and every week I went to see the surgeon.
Then he gave some news that I did not want to hear. He told me my jaw did not heal and that I was
going to have to go back in the hospital and he was going to scrape my hip bone and pack my
jaw with it. I asked was there any other way and he said no. As soon as he told me this the alarms
started going off in my head. No NO.. not this.

Again I felt it, something is going to go wrong, as time kept getting nearer and nearer, I had no peace
over this. I went to my church and told my pastor again I felt something was going to go wrong.
He prayed with me and so many people in the church did also, but finally the day came and
I went in the hospital Still I had no peace. That night this man came in who gives the you the antiseptic in
the operating room came in to have me sign some papers, and he was the same person I had before and
I knew his brother, that lived in the town where we were from. I opened up to him that night and told him,
my fear, and he told me this time he was not scheduled for my surgery, but he was going to switch with
some one else so he could be with me.(The reason why? I feel that the Lord was going to use this
man). He also had a Baptist preacher come up that night to see me and pray with me. The next morning
before they came to take me to surgery, I laid there and pray. I said "Lord I am your child" and I
thought about this Pastor I had in Michigan and he used to ask his people, "if you only had one hour to live
and you knew it, how would you want to spend it?" Just then different nurses started coming
through the door, as each person came in I asked them do you know Jesus Christ as Your Savior? This
even went on as they rolled me down for surgery. There was this one man, he said not many people are
concerned about others as they are going into surgery.

This part I don't know how to really express this, but I am going to do my best, I was still scared. I
think our flesh is afraid to let go, and I think this is what was happening to me, even though I knew I
had Jesus in my heart, the flesh did not want to give up. Again something did go wrong, this time I was
allergic to the antiseptic that was given to me. I don't understand this part, but I remember someone
saying I had no heart beat and I had no pulse and then I saw a bright light, and that's all I remember. I
was the first one for surgery that day and I was told within 3 hours I would be back in my own room. I
was taken back to my room late that evening. Again God Had His hands on me.

You would think a person who came close to loosing their life would continually walk close to God. It
was not that way for me. This is the year my son graduated from high school and a lot of things started going
wrong in my life again. My son was giving me all kinds of problems and my husband was getting mean
with his mental illness. During this time my Mother came out to Mo. to see my sister, for her son
was graduating too, but our boys were going to different schools. I went and saw my Mother after she
went to my sister's house. I went to ask her to please come to Troy's graduation, instead, I was
screamed at, and the whole time I was feeling all the rejections as I felt as a child. She told me she would
not ever go to any thing I invited her to. I was so angry and hurt, and I told her, she could rot in hell
before I would ever come and see her again.

Ron, also made me quit the church where we were attending and we went to another one and he
decided he did not like that one either so I had to pull out of this church too. Then he decided we
were going to go to this little church (still Baptist), but I at this time told him, I was finish with churches
and as far as I was concern if he wanted to go, he could go by himself and that I would never enter a
church again. (Big Mistake)..

Not long after that, Alison and I were in a car accident. I was driving down the main highway when a car
in front of me was getting ready to make a left hand turn, and had to wait, for traffic was coming in the
opposite direction. I stopped and was waiting for him to be able to turn, then all of a sudden I heard
something coming up behind me..and I knew we were getting ready to be hit, and just waited for the
impact. The driver that hit me from the rear, moved my car 150 yards down the highway. At first we just
sat there too stunned to move. I got out of the car and walked to the back of the car. There was not
even a dent or a scratch. The man that hit me was still siting in his car and I looked at his car and his car
was totaled out. My daughter and I ended up with some pretty bad whip lash's. The other driver just hurt his
knee. The state patrol came and said my car should have gone up inflames for the other driver hit me
at 70 miles an hour. He said he was day dreaming..

One night Ron decided to go into town and buy some ice cream, when he stepped out of the car this man
walked up to him and asked him, "do you know who I am?" and Ron said no. Then the man turned on him
and beat him up. He told him he knew where we lived and that if he saw me or the girls he was going to
beat us up. This scared Ron and so he made up his mind that we were going to move back to Ne.

Within two weeks I had to pack and have every thing ready even though I was not wanting to go. I
started having headaches and felt sick, so I made an appointment to see the doctor. There was a
new doctor in the clinic and they had me see him instead of my regular doctor. Well this new doctor was funny
about medicines and said my problem was my blood pressure medicine. He said I needed to go off of it and
see how I would do. With no medicine while trying to move, and so many other things laying on me during
this time, I actually started blaming God for me having to move. I told Him I was angry with Him
and angry with Ron. I told Ron I would never forgive him for up rooting me and making me go
back to Ne.

Ron knew a guy he went to school with who had some rental property, and asked him if we could rent a
house from him. It just so happened he had one, and so we had a house to go to when we moved back
up here. I hated it right off and so did the girls, (Troy had left for the Navy during all of this). I cried and I
cried. I felt like my life had totally fallen apart and I had nothing to hold on to. My headaches were getting
worse, so I saw a doctor about a week after we moved. When they took my blood pressure it
was above a stroke stage and right away the doctor put me on a blood pressure medicine. My
headaches did not leave and my blood pressure did not go down. I went back to the doctor and he
increased the medicine. That same night I laid in bed and my fingers started hurting and then my hand then
my arm..I told my husband I thought I was having a heart attack and I hoped I would die. By then
the pain was very severe in my chest. He was going to call the ambulance and I told him if he did, I
would make him regret it . I was still angry and all my anger was coming to full force from all the
years of hurts and pains I had.

He did not call the ambulance and then my blood pressure medicine started working, but there was
something wrong in me. I felt so empty and felt more pain of hurts than I ever did before. Then we
started looking around for a house to buy, and we found a house, a hugh house, and soon we were
moving in, but I was still not happy and now something else was going on. I cried and cried continuously,
and the shakes started. It was like I had a hard chill all of the time. At this time I was beginning to
want to kill myself for I felt I had nothing to live for. No one would miss me, no one would care, I thought. I
could not see what I was doing to my family. I was in my own grief my own pain, nothing mattered
around me.

Then one day, I had all I wanted of this world. We had a shot gun, and I did not even know how to
use a gun. We had no shells for it so I asked Ron if he wouldn't mind going to town and getting
some shells for it. He wanted to know why. I told him I am going to kill myself and I needed the shells.
He said ok and he left. Instead of coming home with shotgun shells he brought this Minister over
and the Minister asked me if I wanted to kill myself. I said "no.. where did you get that idea..Haha.."
like I was fooling him. I was sitting there with the shakes so hard. He stayed and talked to me about God and
I told him, I knew all about God, and tried to close him out as he talked. Then he asked me if I would go see
this counselor that He knew and I told him yes. (anything to get him out of the house) He did not stop there, he
went in the other room and made a call and set up an appointment for me. Now I felt trapped and knew I would
not get out of this appointment.

So the following day we went 50 miles to see a counselor. The counselor looked at me, and here I am
sitting shaking and crying. ( the tears never stopped) He told me that I needed to go into the hospital for I
needed more help than he could give me. From there I went over to the state mental hospital and told
them I needed to be committed and that I had come to check them out and see if I wanted to go in. (still
crying and still shaking) That day they showed me some rooms and showed me that it was like a regular
hospital and that I did need to get some help. I told them "not now, I have to go home and tell my
children and to prepare them so that they would understand." They begged me to stay "then", and I think they
were afraid if I walked out I would go through with the suicide. Instead I went home and told my girls and
my son. I did not want them to "even" visit me in that place, for I was ashamed of having
to go in the hospital for this reason.

I think the staff at the hospital was shock when I walked in and told them I was ready. One of the things
they do when you go in, is a body search, and the nurse that was suppose to give me one, said "I
cannot do this to you," and I started crying even harder. As soon as I walked into the ward, they
locked the door. That first day all I did was cry, that night I did not sleep, just cried and thought the shakes
were never going to end. The next morning I had to see the doctor and some staff members in a meeting. They
told me..that they would help me, but it was going to take some time, for I had a nervous break down.
When they were finished with me I went to and sat down in the lobby and started looking around me. I
saw these people that were "more like my husband than me" and I said "I am not like them, I should not be
here." Then at the moment, I knew what I needed, I needed Jesus. I had pushed Him away from me and now I
knew I needed Him to help me. I still remember what I said as I sat there.."Lord...Lord Jesus... Lord
please come...please help me...please forgive me...please forgive me how I have been to you. Lord, I do
need you and I need you now, for I feel like I am in a dark alley and cannot find my way out." Then He
came, my tears stopped, my shaking stopped, felt so much better. I came out of the darkness and went back
into the light where it was warm..where I belonged, "back with Jesus."

I was in the hospital for about two weeks and while I was there I met this young lady who had been
gang raped and her mind was really messed up, but she loved Jesus. I was in bed one night and she came
in and woke me and told me she had a message and wanted to let me know right away. She told me of
when I started going down hill and when in so many months something was going to happen to me and
that I was going to be a different person all together. After she left the room I laid there and started
counting back to when I started feeling like my world was falling apart, and it was as many months as she
said. I got up and went to her room and asked her how knew when my problems all started. She told me the
Lord told her.

Not long after I went home I met a lady who invited me to their church, and she told me it was a
pentecostal church and everyone was very friendly. (Now after claiming that I knew my God healed me,
wouldn't you think I would be ready to go to a church where they believe in the healing?) I looked at
her and told her "maybe we will come," but in the back of my mind "I am Baptist, I will not go there , I am
strictly Baptist. Then something happened that week which put me in a situation where I knew I had to go
to her church. I liked the people and the services, but I would not raise my hands like everyone
else and if someone spoke in tongues I told myself "this is fake its not real." Then that fall I went
forward thinking "now if I go forward and have them pray over me and if I don't speak in tongues, then
I know I am right."*S*..I went forward and nothing happen, but I did not feel the way I thought I
would, instead I felt disappointed.

That fall my heart was wanting to feel free from all of my wrongs and one of the wrongs I had, was
how I spoke to My Mother and even if she did not love me, I needed to ask her for forgiveness for the way I
treated her and for all the bitterness I had felt towards her. So I called her and asked for forgiveness, but
she would have no part of it.. and I told her over the phone, that it was ok even if she did not want to
accept my apology I cared about her and my bitterness and anger was gone. I felt the peace inside of
me, "when I let go of the pain of the past."

That fall I took sick and had to go in the hospital for I had pneumonia and another virus with it. I was in
the hospital for about two weeks, then I came home and less than a month I was back in the hospital with
pneumonia again.

I still kept going to church, and now my heart is getting hungry for more than I knew. Then one night
I had a dream and in my dream the Lord spoke to me and He told me within 3 days something was
going to happen to me, and when it did I was going to have to testify of what He did for me.

That morning when I awoke I felt weak and felt sick, but not sick. This was Sunday and I asked Ron if
he would take the girls to church for me for I did not feel good. So he and the girls left for church
and I stayed in bed. Later when I got up I felt weaker, by that evening I really started feeling like
something was seriously wrong. I had Alison go across the road and get our neighbor to come over,
I needed her help. When she walked in she asked me what was wrong and I told her, "don't think that I
am crazy, but I feel like my soul is wanting to leave my body." She called the ambulance and they came
and took me the hospital. On the ambulance I remember Talking to the Lord and telling Him, "if this is
what you meant in 3 days I am going to die then take me now I don't want to suffer."

When I got to the hospital they did tests on me and found that my system was lacking everything it is
suppose to have (like iron, and ect), so they admitted me and starting giving me I.V. to help me. The
next day they released me and sent me home and told me it would take awhile for me to have any
strength. That night I went to bed, disappointed not knowing why, but disappointed, and with some
more medicines added to my list to take.

The next day, I was sitting in a chair in the living room. and my daughter asked me if I would like to talk to
a special friend I had in Mo. and I told her ok. So Alison got her on the phone and then Ron and her
helped me over to the phone to talk to her. The chair I was sitting in was a kitchen chair. When she
came on the phone she asked me something..."Georgia do you want to die?" and I told her no, but just
so tired of being sick. Then she goes on "Georgia have you ever had the baptism of the Holy Spirit?" I told
her this.."Jayne I got to tell you something, I use to make fun of you behind your back about how you
believe, but now Jayne I am beginning to believe there is more to it than what I saw, and Jayne no I
have not had the baptism. of the Holy Spirit and I don't understand it." Then she started explaining it to me
and for the first time I understood. Then she asked me to put my hand on my head and for us to pray for
the Holy Spirit to baptize me. While we were praying, to me, it was like a miracle happened when I felt the Holy
Spirit come in.

From my feet up to my head, and during this time, my chair went backwards on its own and came forward
on its own, and I dropped the phone and said "got Him .. I GOT HIM".... and then the tongues came out..
then ..I could not sit any longer I got up and started praising Him and dancing around the room. My
family is looking on in pure shock. My daughter took the phone. and was telling Jayne what was
happening...Later she told me not to go off of my medicine, but I "will" be going off for I was healed.

Within a year, I started getting these cold chills and felt so low... went to the doctor and he said my blood
pressure was too low.. so he cut me back on the blood pressure medicine. That was ok for awhile but I felt
tired and so soon the doctor decided I needed to be checked over again so in the hospital I went.. Soon I was
checked for everything.. My heart was fine.. so they took the heart pill away, and I was taking a pill 3 times a
day. Now I am taking 3 pills a day for my blood pressure, blood pressure is normal. He takes me off of it.
Depression pills, I was taking 4 of them.."not depressed .. you don't need them" he said so they were taken
away.. then everything else was taken away. I walked away from that hospital with no medicine.. The Lord
completely healed me..Praise His Name..

After all this happened in my life, I am a new person, I raise my hands in church... I speak in tongues in
church, I have prohesy over me and the Lord has given to me so many gifts from Him for me to use..
I have gone and given my testimony at other churches and I have seen people accept the Lord
through my testimony.. You see He told me I had to testify of what He was going to do for me and
"that I do". If you read all of my personnel testimony, I just pray that it helps you.. for God is a loving
God.. He never left me.. even when I turn away from Him for a season.. He was still there waiting on
me to call His name.. The young lady who told me in so many months that something was going to
happen to me.. it was the same months when I receive the Holy Spirit.

My Mother is still alive and I hold no anger about her, or of my Father or of anyone else.. All those
hurts and pains are gone.. I have been totally set Free.. and thank you for reading this and thank You
Jesus for holding me in your hands..