Branham Stories
God Has Given It An Instinct
One time I was plowing, dad and I. We were going down through the field, pretty... We was plowing corn, June, July, I believe we was laying it by. And when I was pulling my horses around, an old pair of lines, old ropes lines... Did you ever plow with rope lines? Oh, my, they cut your neck to pieces, no shirt on, setting there, an old plowing. Directly my horses kept snorting and going on. I said, "Dad, what's the matter? Look at these horses, how they're acting, and yours too."
He said, "Son, there's coming a storm."
And I said, "Storm? Why I don't see no storm."
He stopped. I will never forget the old fellow, he said, "But, son, you don't understand." Said, "God has given a horse an instinct. Now, he can smell that storm; it's way away."
And you know, we hadn't plowed a two or three more rows, till a big cloud was coming up, we had to hurry and get to the barn. God give an instinct (See?), a instinct to know, and to make a way of escape. God provided a way for them when they could smell the storm way away and get to shelter. See? He's made a way for us, but we refuse to accept it."
