12/28/25 Son-in-law [
900]'s letter:
"Well, we have had a time of it. A cloud that grew ever
blacker overhung our Xmas, yet as I now view it, truly God
gave to us a real Xmas present. It might be hard to make
most see this, but I surely comprehend it, [
137] grasps it
and I think [
106], [
136] and [
140] - even Mr. [139's husband]
- to a greater or lesser degree senses the divine action
manifesting before us.
"[
136]'s vision of the writing on the wall and the rest was
certainly wonderful. Your reading (physical) helped, for we
warned the doctors against the deterring influence of the
anesthetic - thus the local application. Again your dream
interpretations sustained, comforted and held aloft the
truths which the dreams lighted up for physical recognition.
The doctors held little hope for us - told us only 1 chance
in 4 even with an operation and they were right. [
137] and I
know how her life has been saved although no materialist
scientist would agree, and exactly as has been given in many
hearts there entered the faith, the hope in Him, and the
knowledge that He is faith, hope and the force of life, and
other than His word is there none. [
136], pregnant, crying
in my arms as though her heart would break, reviewing her
girlhood days with her now most likely going mother, thinking
of her parting in June on the honeymoon, repeated after me
prayer after prayer, her entire physical self crumbling
before His will. Then the answer - the vision of
'Recuperation' written on the wall and the rest of it [See
136-26 on
12/27/25] - the answer as of old: 'Thy faith hath
made thee whole -' that is a different answer than 'Mene Mene
Tekel Upharsin.' Rather does it mean 'By virtue of thy faith
and repentance are thy sins forgiven. Behold my answer.'
And I prayed for and with my father-in-law [139's husband]
and [
136] as [
137] entered and prayed on his part. Others
manifested the same spirit. Peculiarly enough, few of the
family had access to the room but Dad and I - principally
because she called often - not always, of course, but often -
for me. I entered the room this a.m. and she clasped
me about the neck and said, '[
900], this is the end, I am
going to die,' and I quieted her and gave her the message -
told her [
136] had found God and He had given through her the
news of her recovery, and also told her how in unselfishness,
in faith and in fellow feeling we had all become the better
by reason of her illness. God is using you to teach us and
bring us all to unto Him, and I told her, and those He uses
He rewards. She was quiet and as she went on the stretcher
up to the operating room I heard her repeating, 'The Lord is
my shepard, I shall not want...' You can't lick that spirit
because it's God's spirit and is unbeatable! Then my
father-in-law, his two children married, 60 years old, left
only with this wife he adored, bent and stooped low in humble
submission after a night of prayer - waiting in dumb misery
after the doctor told him frankly, 'She may not be alive by
the time I am down in the elevator.'
"While up there your interpretation came, the sunlight
struggling through the clouds, the cure would be effective -
'All is well.' But it encouraged [
136], [
140], [
137] and me,
not the others. I suppose they may credit me for holding out
against anesthetic - they'll learn more of our work if they
do. Then the first burst of sunlight, the first breaking of
dawn - and the answering cry of glad hearts as the doctor
told us the operation was successful.
"When I told [
137] he said, 'Don't let them get cocky. She
is still in danger and we must maintain the same way, the
same manner, the same methods that through us spiritual power
may work harmoniously within her to correlate and tighten the
physical cord about the spiritual manifestation of the
phenomenized forces of her phenomenized being.'
"Her faith, with ours, hath made her whole. Her life as we
know it is a gift from Christ - a miracle as of old.
"We thank you and appreciate your most valued and desired
aid."
12/29/25 See
139-6, her next physical reading.



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