GRANDMA (Susan Lottie Sarah Frances Finney-Lewis-Howell/AKA Sally) By: Frances M. McCrory-Meservy 1948

My grandmother, Sally Howell, came to stay with us off and on. Such was the case when I was 5 years old.

Grandma was not a Christian and wanted nothing to do with church or God. She dipped snuff and cursed a lot. She had hated my Mom since she was born and had always made her life miserable whenever possible. Mom was also the child she asked for when she was in need of help.

Our church (Karo Springs Freewill Baptist - consisting of about 25 families) was located on a dirt road in the middle of the Big Thicket forest. It was located about 1/8 mile from a natural spring. There was a trail where we could walk down to the springs and get a drink of water. Several kinds of huge trees grew all around the church where we often had dinner on the ground.

I fell in love with Jesus when I was about 3 years old.

Reverend Young was our pastor and anyone was allowed to lead the singing, even us kids. For country folks, church was one of the only times we got to see other people. Since I loved people and loved learning about Jesus, I hated to miss church.

When I was five, there was a virus going around that attacked the neck muscles. Almost everyone in Buna had it. I woke up on Sunday morning with the muscles in my neck tight and in really bad pain.

Grandma said I should stay home with her and skip church. I wanted to go to church and started begging. Mom said I probably should stay home. I started crying (unusual for me) and Mom relented, "If Frances wants to go that bad, she can go."

Grandma decided that she would go with us to keep an eye on me.

After the services, I went up to Bro. Young, tugged on his coat tail and asked him to pray for God to heal my neck. He took me over to a chair and we knelt down. He put his hand on my neck and said, "Lord Jesus please heal Frances' neck." I was instantly healed, thanked Jesus and ran outside to play.

What I didn't realize was that the adults in the church started crying. Some were crying because they hadn't believed that God was still in the healing business (they did now) and some accepted Jesus, including my grandmother. One of Momís friends was crying in her truck. Mom asked her why. She said, "I donít have enough faith to be healed; but a little child does."

From that day on, my grandmother quit cursing, quit dipping snuff and would set me in her lap each day to read the Bible. By the time I was 6, I could read. By the time I was 7, I had the whole word of God in me.

I didn't understand a whole lot of the Bible. For instance: In the book of John, it says I will be in you and you will be in me and we will be in each other. To a 5-year-old child, that sounded like there was going to be a big gob of people in God in heaven. The picture I had in my brain was a hug ball of people with arms and legs sticking out everywhere, rolling around heaven and all talking at once. I decided that heaven was very noisy.

James 5:14 - 15 Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven.

Mat 18:2-5 Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. "Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. "Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me.

Background picture of my grandmother Susan Lottie Sarah Frances Finney-Lewis-Howell AKA Sallie. Picture taken by my Mother in about 1948.

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