Lorraine Who – Part 2
I began to realize that they were trying to tell me that my darling Buffy was suffering from a terminal disease.
“Are you saying that my baby’s going to die?” I asked.
“Not right away. We give her two to four years to live.”
My own response startled me. “With God’s help, we will raise her.” Such a surprising statement for someone who claimed no faith in the Lord!
Words cannot express the depth of my feelings as I cuddled my infant against me on the way home. When we followed a school bus, my mind and heart tore at my very being. Dear, darling Buffy might never make it to school!
In the months that followed, a drastic change came about in my plans for the future. As I watched the little child we all adored struggle to function, my aspirations for personal fame and fortune diminished so much that I had no desire to go to my husband’s nightclub, let alone sing there.
As I hovered over my sleeping child, I had ask myself, “Wouldn’t you rather be a good mother to her while she’s still yours than pursue a career in music?” No doubt lingered in my mind. She came first.
My brother-in-law pastor kept assuring me, “I keep praying that Buffy will be healed.”
As her mother, I was willing to try anything to have my little girl get better. People from the local Assembly of God invited us to join them. I went and took all three of my girl. The whole church welcomed us with open arms.
When I heard of a man, an American Indian that had a ministry in Michigan, we traveled there just to have Rev. Plane pray for Buffy.
One time the Indian minister was in our area. We invited him to visit and then I gave my heart to Jesus by confessing my sins and asking forgiveness as this man, Rev. Plane, prayed with and for me. That day changed the course of my life.
The years ahead were not easy. Buffy suffered many physical setbacks and was hospitalized many times. The bond between her and me was one so binding that it was as if her umbilical cord had never been cut at birth.
She struggled to do anything physical; but she accepted the Lord into her own heart at the age of eight. Buffy never ceased smiling or trying to conquer her physical handicaps.
Her father left, but later I met a man named Bill. I met him through Buffy. His own son had drowned at the age of thirteen, and he was struggling to find meaning for his own existence. His sister had met us where she worked and she had told Bill, “You need to meet this little girl and her family. They have something we don’t have.”
She didn’t know it then, but it didn’t take us long to share with Bill and his sister that special ingredient that made it possible for us to cope with all of Buffy’s problems. His name is Jesus. Regardless of all the outer circumstances, He was the source of peace we had inside that made us joyful on the outside. “Behold, I make all things new.”
Come back to part 3 of this testimony next week.
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