We all love to hear how the candle got lit, it's a story we can hear over and over and never tire of. I was impressed that as soon as she heard, she recognized the Word like the cry of the eagle in the chicken yard. It was much that way for me.
I was around 8 years old in 1962. My family was attending a Pentecostal church. I so desired to be filled with the Holy Spirit, I would go to the altar night after night, seeking the Spirit but was never able to speak in tongues as we had been taught. The Pastor would flip my lip trying to get me started, but I always went home sad and wondering why the Lord wouldn't fill me with his Spirit.
My dad met Brother Borders, who was Bro Branham’s campaign manager at that time. He gave us an arm full of those old reel-to-reel tapes. I remember laying on the floor as a little girl listening to the first tape my dad played. My heart leapt for joy, I knew that it was what I had longed for for so long. I knew it was the truth, I knew it was the Word, and I knew it was where I belonged. I was in the chicken yard, but when that great eagle screamed it caught my attention. I recognized it right away. Telling these stories is just a little bit of heaven on earth. Some day we will all be together and tell the stories over and over.
Your Sister,
USA