Forty-seven years ago, for our honeymoon, we decided to stop by a town where I used to live, to see the old home place, and visit a few people. I had read the testimony of Sister Grace Everleigh, who, as it turned out, lived across the street from the school I attended as a small lad. Although our paths never crossed when I lived there, she was the main person we wanted to visit. We arrived at her home and knocked on the door, not knowing, really, quite what to expect. Sister Grace answered the door and invited us in. She looked the picture of health, and was still faithfully serving the Lord. We had the most wonderful time visiting with her and hearing, firsthand, her account of those events.
Wesley and Grace Everleigh with the cot she was laying on.
Much of what she said I no longer recall, but I do remember that to her, the best part out of all of it was that her husband, after many years of resisting, had got saved the same night that she was healed. He continued serving the Lord until he went home, a few months previous to our visit.
On the day she got healed, she was not expected to live long enough to make it to that evening’s service, and yet, here we were visiting with her 17 years later. She ended up living for 48 years after her healing, and went home at the ripe, old age of 93.
Another person I wanted to see on that trip was a devout Catholic lady who babysat me after school. She lived just a few houses away from Sister Grace. When I asked my babysitter if she knew Grace, she said, “Oh, yes, of course.”
I asked, “Wasn’t she real bad sick many years ago?”
She said, “Oh, my, yes! She was fixing to die.” Then, with a very quizzical look on her face, she said, “You know, her husband took her away somewhere to some kind of cure, and she came back all well. She is still doing very fine.”
I had the opportunity to tell her about that Cure.
Trust me, you want to hear Brother Branham calling her out in the service, and not just read it.