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Dear Reader:
If it were not for the miracle working power of God, I
could not be writing this testimony for you to read.
I will begin with my birth date
which was November 4, 1930. My parents are Mr. and Mrs. 0. K. Gurkin, and
my father is better as "Plum." I was raised in a small town in North
Carolina called Pinetown, and led the average life of a country girl. It
was a wonderful thrill to me when I started school. I attended the first
three grades without losing much time from sickness, but by the time I was
supposed to start the fourth year I was very sick. I would manage to get to
school for roll call in the mornings and be counted present, but must then
return home. I could do this because we lived just across the street from
the school. In this way I managed to complete the whole term.
My condition grew worse, and my
parents took me to different doctors, but they could not find the source of
my trouble. Finally the doctors at Taylor Hospital in Washington, N. C. kept
me there for two weeks for observation and tests. They did all they could,
but to no avail. Then they suggested that I be taken to Duke Hospital in
Durham, N.C..
During all this time I was very sick in my
stomach and carried a high fever at times. Since I could not keep much food
in my stomach I was very thin. At night my mother would get up and have to
talk to me when I would get delirious and talk out of my head.
I can remember being carried to the
country church in the back of our pastor's car, and would lay on a quilt one
of the benches during services. There would be nights that my dad would be
so burdened for me that he would come and take me to the altar to have all
the Christians pray for me. Mom and Dad wrote many people asking them to
pray that God would undertake in my behalf. They were afraid I would not be
able to stand the trip to Durham, but decided to take me anyway.
At Durham the doctors examined me
and made their tests. There was a knot which protruded from the hollow of my
throat about an inch or more, and my neck was stiff. The doctor decided to
operate on this and remove a small part of it for examination. Upon
completion of this examination it was confirmed that my trouble was cancer,
and that it had reached an advanced stage. There was also a sore on my hip
that I learned later, vas believed to be cancer also. There was a cancer in
my chest that pressed on my heart causing a weak place in it. After doing
all they could and getting no results, the doctors told my parents to take
me home and make me as happy as possible, as I would not live but about two
months.
After returning home friends would
visit me and bring gifts. I had a new pair of shoes that I wanted to wear so
much; so Mom let me wear them in bed. My aunt made me a white silk dress to
be buried in, since everyone, was sure I would die. Of course I did not
know about this until later, as my Mom and Dad had not lost hope, and were
still praying for my recovery.
After a time I began to improve, and
when I was ten years old the Lord wonderfully healed my body. It was not an
instant thing, but I steadily got better and better until I was completely
healed of all the Cancers by the power of God. Oh, how I praise Him. By this
time I was in the fifth grade. I guess my teacher passed me in the fourth
out of sympathy. because I was out of class most of the time. I wore the
white silk dress, my supposed attire for burial, to church the first Sunday
I was well enough to go. The cancer on my hip gradually went away, leaving
only the faintest scars, and fluoroscopes later revealed that the one in my
chest was completely gone, without a scar or blemish to show where it had
been.
The doctor that fluoroscope me was the one who had examined me in
Washington, N. C.. He said that it had to be God that had done the work, for
the doctors had not been able to help me.
I am now 26 years old and married,
and have to fine boys. My wonderful healing has stood the test of time and,
praise the Lord, I am still healed of cancer. I know they will never
return.
I accepted Christ as my personal
Savior at the age of fifteen, and I have never regretted it. He has been a
wonderful savior to me. There was a time when I wandered away for about a
year or more, but, thank God, He drew me back to Himself, and now I love Him
best of all.
I would like to encourage anyone who
is reading this to accept my Savior. He can do for you in both soul and body
what no one else can. It's worth everything to serve the Lord. I thank God
for a Christian home.
Our Lord is soon coming to take us all home, so let us
hold to His unchanging hand, and be ready to go with Him on that day.
A sister in Christ,
Mrs. Ruby G. Phillips
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