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Originally Posted by MrsBOOMM
That is one of those books that has been on my list for awhile. But I have not gotten yet. She had such in incredible story. I grew up in a very Catholic City. I worked for the Visiting Nurses and took care of a Nun in a convent. It was the creepiest job I ever had. I had to be let in and went through several doors that were locked behind me. I was very aware of Sis Charlotte's testimony as I went through those doors. I also knew I had a power within me that was stronger than them all. But I have to say as soon as I was able I gave that case to someone else. Didn't like it a little bit.
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Mentioned this on another thread (maybe NFCF), that Sis. Charlotte
stayed in our home twice in the early 1960's. Between 1960 and 1964.
My pastor dad had her come and give her testimony in our small town,
That has been almost 50 yrs. ago. She was so sweet and loving.
I shall never forget as a young mother (our first baby) who was around
eight months old. My husband and I took Sis. Charlotte out to lunch to a
cafeteria in a nearby city and while we were eating, our little daughter
starts getting real red in the face and grunting. I am so embarressed and
looked at my husband. Sis. Charlotte smiled and looked at G..... and sweetly
said, "Now, Mommy, no use getting embarrassed! That's something we all
have in common". I never forgot how relieved she made me feel as a young
mother and wife. She was truly a lady of God. To have gone through what
she did and to have such a beautiful spirit. That's what the Holy Ghost will
do for a person. Often I still remember her telling about a sweet Methodist
neighbor, who told her as she was preparing to go to the cloistered convent.
"Charlotte, I am going to pray for you every day until God delivers you out
of that place". When Sis. Charlotte came home, I believe Aunt Sarah told her
she had prayed for her every day. What commitment those old Methodists
had back then. My dad as a boy remembered his mother shouting the hair-
pins out of her hair in the Methodists church. She was the first in our family
to obey the Pentecostal message. But she read her Bible when she was in
the Methodist Church and prayed. When she heard more, she searched it
out and obeyed it. God healed her when she was dying of typhoid fever in
the 1920's. Thank God for if Grandma had not only heard, but searched it
out, and obeyed, where would I be today. Thank You, Jesus, for hearing
a young Methodist mother's prayer to live to raise her three children. She
lived to see her 5th generation, my oldest grandson, who is a young mini-
ster and assists his pastor.
Blessings,
Falla39
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