I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. — PSALM 118:17

In 1943, God sent my wife and I back to Farmersville, Texas—a little farming town in the blackland of northcentral Texas. One of the women in our church lived fifteen miles away in Greenville, Texas, but her mother lived right behind the church in Farmersville. When the mother learned that my wife and I were going to Greenville to do a little shopping, she said, “Brother Hagin, I don’t want to impose on you, but could I ride over there with you and visit my daughter? She only lives two blocks from the highway. Just let me off there and I’ll walk to her house.”

“Well,” I said, “sure, you can go.” We took her right to her daughter’s house and then went on and did our shopping.

Later in the afternoon, at about six o’clock in the evening, we went by to pick up the mother. The daughter said, “Brother Hagin, there’s a woman right down the street here who is bedfast. Could you pray for her? Her husband took her to the clinic here, and the doctors said, ‘There’s nothing we can do. She’s very weak. She’ll just grow weaker and weaker and, eventually, die.’

“She has several things wrong with her. One of those things is a blood disease in the last stages. Her husband, who isn’t a Christian, wasn’t satisfied with what the doctors said. So he put her in an ambulance and took her to a clinic in another city. They kept her there several days, and ran all kinds of tests. Then they said the same thing: ‘She’s not many days from death right now. She could die before you get her back home.’”

Confession: God is bigger than a doctor’s report. God is bigger than any negative report. No matter what the doctors have told me, I believe that God can turn the situation around.