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Testimonies for the Church Vol 1 - Lansing SDA Church

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Case of Hannah More 617which generated from <strong>the</strong> wood and coal was mingled with it. I awokewith such a sense of suffocation that I could not brea<strong>the</strong> lying down,and spent <strong>the</strong> remainder of <strong>the</strong> night sitting up. I never be<strong>for</strong>e knew<strong>the</strong> dreadful feeling of stifling sensations. I began to fear I shouldnever sleep again. I <strong>the</strong>re<strong>for</strong>e resigned myself into <strong>the</strong> hands of God<strong>for</strong> life or death, entreating him to spare me if he had any fur<strong>the</strong>r needof me in his vineyard; o<strong>the</strong>rwise I had no wish to live. I felt entirelyreconciled to <strong>the</strong> hand of God upon me. But I also felt that satanicinfluences must be resisted. I <strong>the</strong>re<strong>for</strong>e bade Satan get behind me andaway from me, and told <strong>the</strong> Lord that I would not turn my hand overto choose ei<strong>the</strong>r life or death, but that I would refer it implicitly toHim who knew me altoge<strong>the</strong>r. My future was unknown to myself,<strong>the</strong>re<strong>for</strong>e said I, Thy will is best. Life is of no account to me, so far [673]as its pleasures are concerned. All its riches, its honors, are nothingcompared with usefulness. I do not crave <strong>the</strong>m; <strong>the</strong>y cannot satisfy orfill <strong>the</strong> aching void which unper<strong>for</strong>med duty leaves to me. I would notlive uselessly, to be a mere blot or blank in life. And though it seems amartyr’s death to die thus, I am resigned, if that is God’s will.“I had said to Sister Thompson <strong>the</strong> day previous, ‘Were I at Bro<strong>the</strong>rWhite’s, I might be prayed <strong>for</strong>, and healed.’ She inquired if we couldsend <strong>for</strong> you and Bro<strong>the</strong>r Andrews; but that seemed impracticable, as Icould not, in all probability, live till you arrived. I knew that <strong>the</strong> Lordby His mighty power and with His potent arm could heal me here,were it best. To Him I felt safe in referring it. I knew He could sendan angel to resist him that hath <strong>the</strong> power of death, that is, <strong>the</strong> devil,and felt sure He would, if best. I knew, also, that He could suggestmeasures, were <strong>the</strong>y necessary, <strong>for</strong> my recovery, and I felt sure Hewould. I soon was better, and able to sleep some.“Thus you see I am still a spared monument of God’s mercy andfaithfulness in afflicting His children. He doth not willingly afflictnor grieve <strong>the</strong> children of men; but sometimes trials are needed as adiscipline, to wean us from earth—And bid us seek substantial blissBeyond a fleeting world like this.“Now I can say with <strong>the</strong> poet:

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