Dear Christian Friends, or All Who May Be Concerned:

I just want to greet you in the name of the Lord and tell you what Jesus did for my daughter, Marilyn Eastham Ward (Mrs. Horace S. Ward). She was almost 2 1/2 years old. We were living at Coffeyville, Kansas, at that time. My husband was pastoring a church there and also working as a railroad engineer.

On this certain day in December, near Christmas, I took her in the car to the round house to pick up her father. As we came back into the house, I was carrying Marilyn and I noticed that she was starting to draw back and that her eyes were set. I called my husband, who had gone into the kitchen, and told him that something was wrong with Marilyn--that she was unconscious.

We were not having services that night and we knew that we needed help, so we got into the car and took her to the home of the Reverend and Mrs. Buford Alford, pastor of the Church of God there. We had only gone a few blocks when she became limp and didn't breath anymore. She was dead, but we went on, praying as we went.

The Alfords lived in the parsonage and the church lights were not on yet. It was too early. We stopped at the house and ran in, without even ringing the doorbell. They were eating supper, but I just ran in dragging a blanket I had for Marilyn, sat on the divan, and said, 'Please come pray for my baby.' They got up from the table immediately and started to pray.

Sister Alford said, 'Honey, she is already dead.' I said, 'I don't care. Just pray.' I kept on praying. We all did. As people came to the church, they would come on over to the parsonage and help us pray.

At different times people would try to take her out of my arms because she was dead, but I held her tight and wouldn't turn her loose. They even called the ambulance, but I still wouldn't turn her loose. I knew if I did, we would lose the victory. I knew if we held on, God would give her back, because I had prayed for God to give me both of my children, and I dedicated them to Him before they were born. I said, 'God, use them for your glory,' and I meant it with all of my heart. I knew that she hadn't had a chance yet. I know it doesn't always work like that, but I knew in my heart, that night, that if we kept praying and held on He would deliver. And he did. I kept my eyes closed and kept praying. It's easier to stay in the channel of prayer if you don't see what is going on around you. I knew God could do it, so we just kept holding on to God. Yet, she didn't breath or move. Finally I felt her little foot move. We began to praise God, praising Him from the depths of our hearts. Soon she drew a deep breath and began to move her hands. I said, 'God, if you will just let her open her eyes now,' and she did and tried to put her fingers in her mouth. Sister Alford brought her some water, but her jaws were locked. She couldn't drink, so she gave her some with a spoon.

Marilyn didn't seem to know or recognize anyone, but we praised the Lord for what He had done. It was now 10:00 p.m. She had been dead for 4 hours and 10 minutes. There had been no church service, but it was estimated that about 150 people had been to the parsonage and had seen what happened, including one infidel, who only came to bring his wife. He went away a believer in God. God was so real--so much power was there in our midst--no one could resist it.
On our way home as we drove through the main part of town, Marilyn raised up and noticed the Christmas lights and decorations. Her mind just seemed to snap back to normal, instantly. Whatever it was, she has never had another attack, since or before that time. She has an IQ that is well above average. That is what God has done and still can do if we just let Him, and I praise God from the depths of my heart for His great love.

Signed,
Mrs. A. C. Eastham

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