Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Sister Vickie Pfister part three

Becoming Perfect




This is the entry for March 16th 2008 in Sister Vickie Pfisters journal. This day and the chain of events that took place were to be the catalyst for Sister Vickies upcoming deliverance.

"Wow what a Sunday. Last night after I called Waco and Janaun to pray I got better. I had a pretty good night. I woke up a little late, but decided to go to church... We got there and Sis. Susan Fisher handed me an envelope from Bro. Cliff Kirkpatrick. I looked and was very touched to see an anointed hanky. He had a note saying he had felt (to do) it in church and he and Sis. Loretta had prayed over it. He said 'to receive it in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ in faith believing.' I told Larry I (did) believe it. Then not long after meeting began Sis. Betty Hokit came and prayed over me for healing. I believed it even more. Then Bro. Bobby Easter came behind me and asked the brethren to all pray for me in faith believing. Then he spoke a command over me to be made whole. Then I got the hanky and used it. I then put it in my purse. Larry asked about it and said that he needed it, so I went and got it. Then Larry stood and said he felt to lay the hanky on my head and if the other elders there could come help him lay on hands. It was Norm (Nation), Bobby (Morris) and Merle (Morris). I haven't had the complete healing yet, but I will."







This was the last entry written by Sister Vickie in her journal. It's dated April 8th of 2008. In Janauns words "This was the event of her life. It's what she had prayed for and  what she had dreamed about." She writes "I feel this is my deliverance, but sometimes deliverance's are very hard." Sister Vickie up unto this point had had an issue of blood for 9 years. She knew that eventually the day of her deliverance would come. Through her writings and talking with her daughter Janaun I know that she never doubted that the Lord would heal her. On April 8  the work that the Lord had begun in her was approaching it's end. She started of the day prayerful and had fasted some. By the evening she had begun to pass the tumor that had plagued her for so long. Sister Pam Nation a midwife and Sister Vickies best friend came to help her friend and Sister in the faith with the delivery of this tumor from her body. Sister Kara Nation, Pam's daughter in law had felt it was the Lords will for her to go see Sister Vickie that evening. Being a little uncertain she prayed to the Lord that if it was meant for her to go to Sister Vickies that he would allow her to find a lost pair of shoes that she had been searching for all day.When Kara walked into her room the shoes she had asked for and had not been able to find were at the foot of her bed. She put them on and went to the bedside of Sister Vickie. Due to company Janaun was unable to see her mother until about 11:00 that night. At that point about 6 inches of tumor had been delivered. Janaun having a 3 month old infant at home left her mother in the care of Pam and Kara, who was said to have showed up like an angel. Shortly after midnight she received a phone call from Sister Kara telling her that her mother had passed another 6 inches of tumor making it at this point 12 inches with it being 8 inches at it's widest point. Kara then told her that her mother was resting. That next morning Janaun joined the other Sisters in helping to take care of her mother. By midday it was clear that tumor was fully emerged. It was about 14 inches long and about 8 inches at it's widest point. The tumor was said to be "absolutely solid." The joy of this tumor passing was overshadowed by something that had not been foreseen. It still remained attached. The attachment was so strong it was referred to as a stalk. No one had imagined that once the tumor was delivered that it would still remain a part of her. At that point the care of Sister Vickie and her tumor became a very delicate matter. Sister Vickie being sore and weak remained in bed. The Sisters were very careful in handling the tumor. They wanted to avoid any extra difficulties of an infection or a forceful detachment that might result in a full hemorrhage of Sister Vickie.

The next few days (April 13-15) the Pfister house was filled with concerned brethren wanting to help in whatever way they could. Janaun and her family packed  up their bags and took up temporary residence in her parents home in order to be close to her mother. During those days Janaun writes in the stead of her mothers journal "Mom was extremely nauseous, and couldn't keep anything on her stomach. Her body was so worn out from her ordeal, and without being able to keep any food down, she got so weak, she couldn't hardly ever talk." A parade of family and friends came to assist and help Pam and Kara with the tedious care that was to be provided for Sister Vickie. Some of them include two of Sister Vickies three sisters Sonja Gregory, and  Linda McGhehee. Brother Larry's sister Patty Toles also came in to help. Sister Rhonda Jones and anyone else who could fill in or lend a hand came from near and far to assist this beloved family.

April 15th seamed to be a turning point for Sister Vickie. Sister Merril Morris had brought in some homemade turkey broth that was still warm. That broth must have been heaven sent because Sister Vickie enjoyed a whole cup. The family and brethren there rejoiced as she held it down. That broth nourished her body and the souls present. The nauseousness that had kept Sister Vickie from eating started to subside that evening.

As I write this with tear filled eyes, I can't stop thinking about Brother Larry, Sister Vickie's husband. I know this story from Janauns point of view. His, is only left to imagination. I have sat in between writing and thought to myself "This is his wife. The woman he exchanged till death us do part vows. This woman had carried and delivered him 2 sons and a daughter. She was his help meet in life. She was his friend." My heart is so overcome that I can't stop the tears from flowing. I wonder where is he in this story? I know he is by her side but not knowing exactly what went on, I can't write about it. Then I reached down to pick up the pages of Sister Vickie's journal and there he is. A wonderful strong loving and caring man taking care of and loving his wife. He holds her and loves her. I knew he was there. Where else would he be? My heart is over joyed to have this journal entry to show the love that Brother Larry had for his wife. It was my missing peice. The journal page is written by Janaun in her mothers stead. Please grab a tissue before you read this as tears will fill your eyes. This page is the most beautiful. I can not add to or take away from Janaun's beautiful view of what she had seen and experienced. The words to finish the first sentence at the top are "The last time we tried to get Mom up."






This page is not only moving because of the love between Brother Larry and Sister Vickie but also because of the way a family and the Brethren united to care for one of their beloved Sisters. I'm blessed to be able to write such an amazing account of all that were involved with Sister Vickie.

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