Letters and Manuscripts — Volume 22 (1907)

Ms 147, 1907

An Experience in Divine Healing

NP

November 12, 1907

Previously unpublished.

November 12, 1907

Related by Mrs. E. G. White to Luther Warren

I feel so thankful to God for the strength that I enjoy at my age. I regard it as wonderful. I have used my eyes very closely, but my eyesight is still remarkably good. 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 1

At one time I had a cancerous growth on my left eye, and I feared that I should lose my eyesight. I consulted a physician about the difficulty. He felt of my pulse, and my heartbeat, and said to me, “Your eye will never trouble you. You will not live long enough for the cancer to develop. You cannot possibly live more than three months. You are almost ready for a complete paralysis.” 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 2

A few weeks after this interview, one day as I was nursing Anna White, I felt a numb sensation coming over my face and body, and I fainted away. The shock of paralysis had come. Every one thought that I must die. 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 3

One night, I seemed to see a presence come in at the window in our bedroom. And when it came to me, it went all through every nerve of my head, every nerve of my body. 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 4

“Why,” said I, “Father, father.” He sprang out of bed as though he were shot. Said I, “The Lord has healed me.” 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 5

The doctor had told him just before this, that just before I should be taken away, I would think I was all right, but he said that would be the death note, and he must not trust to that. 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 6

Just then Sister Bonfoey came in. She was a woman of remarkable faith. As she came in, I said, “I am healed, Clara; the Lord has healed me.” She looked at me, and said she, “You are healed!” 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 7

“Get me my clothes,” I said. Father groaned. She said, “Brother White, your wife is healed. I know it, I see it. I read it right in her countenance and in her eyes.” 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 8

Well, they got me my clothes, and they dressed me, and then I began to praise the Lord. I praised the Lord, and I did not think of that great bulb that was on my eye. Then after we had all gathered in the room, and had a praying season, and thanking the Lord for all this, I put my hand up, and said I, “There is nothing there.” And sure enough, that bunch was all gone. 22LtMs, Ms 147, 1907, par. 9