Our first baby was six months old. His name was Lowell. We hadn't been at my brothers house more than a day or two when our baby became ill. We called a good doctor to see him. He was very sick. It went on for another day and he developed a very high fever!       My wife asked me to go to town and get her something, and the doctor came while I was gone. It was almost dark when I got back. My brother met me halfway in the house and told me that the doctor had told him my baby wouldn't live through the night. He told me that my baby had to die.

     I didn't answer him. The barn was quite a ways from the house. I stepped off the front porch. I said, "I am going to take my baby to the greatest doctor this world has ever know." I walked to the back side of the barn, and threw myself on my knees as I presented my baby to the Lord. This was one experience I'll never forget as long as I live. I told God I knew I was unworthy of any of His goodness, but this is my only baby. I knew He could cool his fever and make him well again. I said, "Lord, here is my child! I know that just the touch of your hand could heal him." I stayed on my knees from a little after sunset until eleven o'clock. Then I got up and started for the house. I had the assurance that I would find my baby boy better when I got there. I walked into the room where my wife was caring for him and ask how he was. I had not realized how long I had been gone. She answered that he was better. His fever was down! It was then that I knew that my prayer had been answered.

     If you will go to Him in earnest, believing in Him, He will answer you. You cannot have doubt in your heart. When I went to Him on my knees, He knew I wasn't worthy. I knew I had not done what the Lord wanted me to do, but I also knew that He would save my son if I would trust Him! No one was ever saved from his sins while he was in doubt. He has to surrender himself.

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