What Kind of Mother Do/Did You Have?

Thanks OP for starting this thread.

I don't think I have spoken much of my blessed mother in any of these forums but I want to give honor to her memory now.

If there was anything that my mother can be remembered for more than anything else is her PRAYING.

Gladys Strange could hit her knees and have heaven in an earthquake in nothing flat. The woman knew how to jar the throne of God and get an answer. She was also a fasting woman. I once saw her go on a 21 day fast with nothing but water, praying all day long for a dead church that had little hope. Before her fasting was over, the church was inundated with souls praying through to a lively hope.

In the days before I was born, people were so modest that they would not talk openly of private things as they do today. Mother was already "heavy with child," (me) and I was due to be born shortly. However, my mother went privately to her mother and secretly confided in her that she had not felt me move in her. Grandmother Pugh assured her that since she was so close to delivery time that I should be moving about.

With heaviness of heart, mother went behind the corncrib to pray. It was not long before she had knocked a big hole in the clouds. The power of God began streaming down out of glory. She said that the last thing that she remembered was a big ball of fire came together in the heaven and swept down upon her and completely engulfed her. This happened to her three times.

Mother was very athletic. She said that when she finally came to herself, she was springing high into the air. Finally after that, she felt something going on inside of her. She said that I was leaping, jumping, kicking and carrying on until she almost could not stand it anymore.

I often wondered if it were possible for anyone could receive the Holy Ghost in their mother womb. I can testify that when I spoke in tongues for the first time, at the age of seven, I felt no differently than I had always felt all of my life.

I bless the memory of my sainted mother who now waits for me just beyond the veil. It is her prayers that kept me secure with a covering all of my life. I am never discouraged. I am never depressed. I am never cast down. I am never in doubt. It is because of the strength of a godly, holy, praying mother than transfered into me the strength, confidence and boldness that is born of heaven. She gave it to me.

A woman said to me not long ago, "When you walked out on the platform, I never saw anyone who carried themself with such a powerful air of confidence." My thoughts immediately went to my mother. She had it. She had it. She had it. I am only the recipeint of her bold godliness.

I think that I need to post the testimony of how God raised this great woman of faith from a bed that the doctors said she would never rise up from. It has been a blessing to many people.

Happy mother's day, OP and all of you on this forum. You are blessed to have had a mother that walked with the same God that Abraham walked with.