Becky’s Aunt Lydia Raised From Dead
Becky and I, her Aunt Clara Couch, and
her Aunt Lydia Witt all lived together on 27th street, Arkadelphia,
AR. Lydia had a bad nosebleed. We called the doctor and he gave us some things
to do to try and stop it. We tried to stop it for a long time, but she was
still soaking towels with blood. We called the doctor back and he told us to
bring her on in to the hospital. I was assisting her from the back bedroom
through the house to get her into the car. Just as I got to the back door, she
suddenly collapsed, and the sudden dead weight knocked me down with her. She
was lying across my legs, my face near her face. She was not breathing, the
blood flow stopped, and she lost her bowel content. I shouted to Becky to call
911. Then very forcefully I began to rebuke death in the name of Jesus and
commanded her to live. It just rose up within me very forcefully. By this time
Aunt Clara, who was sitting only a couple of feet from us in her recliner, got
up on her walker and was nervously shouting at me that I was going to kill her
(Aunt Lydia). I shouted back at her to shut up and sit down. She did. Becky got
the ambulance on the way even though she herself was retching from the strong
odor of the fresh blood. In a few minutes the ambulance arrived, but by the
time it did, Lydia had come to and she gingerly got up on the stretcher after
the medics examined her. The bleeding had stopped and she checked out fine at
the hospital.
There might be some medical explanation
of what happened. All I know is that I had a lifeless dead weight of a woman lying
across me and a strong, forceful rebuke of death rose up from deep within me
and after that she revived from her condition and was fine. It was not anything
that I initiated. I was just there when it happened, and we gave God praise that
Lydia was alive.
Jackie
Calhoun
Arkadelphia,
AR
870-403-2211
jackiecalhoun@gmail.com