Branham Stories


The Goodness Of The Lord

I've got a little girl, eight, ten--ten months old, little Sarah, and she's a sweet little darling. And I haven't got to be with her very much. And I've spoiled her; I'll admit that, just hold her in my arms all the time. You would too, if you didn't get to see that little chump of love no more than what I get to see her, you know, just now and then when I'm home. So I--I guess I spoiled her a whole lot.
She's cutting some teeth and gotten real sick. She must've got a dysentery also. It's going around; I guess some of your families have it too: real sick, vomiting and dysentery. And so she was crying. Her mother was so tired; she didn't even wake up; I never either. And I woke up, and I was asleep back in the second room from them; and her mother and her in there, and the little girl and I was sleeping in the other room, little Rebekah. And so, and Billy Paul was staying with his grandmother that night. So I--I woke up; I heard... I said, "What made me wake up like that?"
I heard His Voice say, "Go to your baby and give her a drink of water."
I went in the room, and she was crying. She'd cried a long time. She must not have woke her mother up in her little crib. I went and got a glass of water as I went in. The little thing pretty near drank the whole glass of water, and there in her condition then, with the dysentery she'd had. Just I thought, "Isn't that lovely, how sweet He is to do that." That's the second time, the third time.

One time I was in Sioux Falls; she was only three months old. She was laying on the bed. Her mother'd walked out to talk to some people. And I was shaving, like that, getting ready to go to the meeting. And I was standing there shaving, and I heard the Angel of the Lord say, "Get your baby, right quick." And I laid my razor down and run around; just one half a minute longer, she'd have been gone. She was on a high bed about like that. And she had both arms... She was just rolling, and had rolled her head, her little head hanging down, her arms, just sliding off; and I had to run real quick to grab her just as she went off. He's lovely, sweet."

William Marrion Branham
52-0224 Believing God