Testimonies for the Church Vol 1 - Lansing SDA Church

90 Testimonies for the Church Volume 1[95]that night without relief, yet relying with firm confidence upon thepromises of God. I could not sleep, but continued my silent prayer.Just before day I fell asleep.I awoke at sunrise perfectly free from pain. The pressure upon myheart was gone, and I was very happy. Oh, what a change! It seemedto me that an angel of God had touched me while I was sleeping. Iwas filled with gratitude. The praise of God was upon my lips. Iawoke my husband, and related to him the wonderful work that theLord had wrought for me. He could scarcely comprehend it at first;but when I arose and dressed and walked around the house, he couldpraise God with me. My afflicted eye was free from pain. In a fewdays the swelling disappeared, and my eyesight was fully restored.The work was complete.Again I visited the physician, and as soon as he felt my pulse, hesaid: “Madam, an entire change has taken place in your system; butthe two women who visited me for counsel when you were last hereare dead.” I stated to him that his medicine had not cured me, as Icould take none of it. After I left, the doctor said to a friend of mine:“Her case is a mystery. I do not understand it.”We soon visited Michigan again, and I endured long and wearisomejourneys over the rough logways, and through mud sloughs, and mystrength failed not. We felt that the Lord would have us visit Wisconsin,and arranged to take the cars at Jackson at ten in the evening.As we were preparing to take the train, we felt very solemn, andproposed a season of prayer. And as we there committed ourselvesto God, we could not refrain from weeping. We went to the depotwith feelings of deep solemnity. On boarding the train, we went into aforward car, which had seats with high backs, hoping that we mightsleep some that night. The car was full, and we passed back into thenext, and there found seats. I did not, as usual when traveling in thenight, lay off my bonnet, but held my carpetbag in my hand, as ifwaiting for something. We both spoke of our singular feelings.The train had run about three miles from Jackson when its motionbecame very violent, jerking backward and forward, and finallystopping. I opened the window, and saw one car raised nearly uponend. I heard agonizing groans, and there was great confusion. Theengine had been thrown from the track; but the car we were in wason the track, and was separated about one hundred feet from those