Sister Vickies last recorded words

Touching the hem of Jesus garment.

Sister Vickie often talked about receiving virtue from touching the hem of Jesus garment.

She could greatly identify with the woman with an issue of blood.

To be able to reach out and touch that hem was Sisters Vickie's  long time focus.

Brett Pfister, Sister Vickie's son, video taped his mother the day after her miracle.

She talks about the procession of her dreams and visions in her quest to reach out,

 touch and obtain the virtue of Jesus her savior.

This is the audio from that video.

I'm grateful to be able to hear her say:

"God has been so good to me, in this"

"It's just been amazing."

"The memories of the beautiful things that has happened, it's just to many to mention"

Sister Vickie is obviously weak in her breath.

It helps if you plug in a headset to your computer, laptop or phone to hear better.

click below to hear

Sister Vickie's last recorded words.

Thank you Brett for sharing your mothers last recorded words.
They are a priceless treasure.

Sister Vickie Pfister part six

Looking Back

It seems a great travesty that Sister Vickie died. Her life cut short so soon after such a great miracle. The question for a lot of people is why? Why, if this was such a great miracle did she have to die. Wouldn't the story of her miracle travel so much farther and be so much more powerful if she was alive and talking? We know the Lord is kind and merciful but honestly this seems cruel and unusual. We have all heard of great healings only to see them backed up by death in a matter of days. It leaves you questioning and wondering why heal them if you never intended to allow them to live.

I offer you a glimpse into the actual circumstance of Sister Vickie's story to better understand. For indeed our Lord and Saviour are kind and just, loving and caring, merciful and gracious. The wondering and questioning are very human instincts in us. I'm sure the Lord expects it, or at the least has grown use to the endless question of why. For one, who are we to question our creator, but none the less we do. In all our humanness we think that if the Lord takes something from us then at least he should answer why. I think if we look at most situations hard enough and from all views we can sometimes make out why. It seems the why is only sometimes answered after time has gone by and the wounds are less visible. In the case of a child dying, I think the question of why will only be answered by God himself when he returns that child back to its mother's arms in the glory of heaven. We think that we need answers to what appears to be life's travesties. I think someday we will get those answers and realize most likely that it would have been a travesty if they stayed. I hope that my point of view is not too bold. Losing someone you love is desperately hard. I intend in no way to make it trivial or cause it to appear to be easy. Stay with me a moment more, I do have a point to all of this.

Sister Vickie's situation is to me one of those situations were if you look for the answer you'll find it. I remember exactly in vivid detail receiving a call from my dear friend Susan Fisher. She began to tell me with great care all about Sister Vickie. She told me how she had a tumor and how she was thankful to be able to help take care of her. I listened but thought to myself about how awful this situation was. How was Susan being so accepting and grateful for such an awful thing that is happening to this poor woman? I guess my thoughts came to mouth because I asked her "how are you handling this." She replied with a sense of joy that she could be a part of this wonderful Sisters life. She said that it was also a good learning experience. She wanted to learn how to care for someone in Sister Vickie's condition in the case that this happened again. Susan was in the right place. Her thoughts and actions were honorable. They proved where her faith lied. Mine on the other hand, came from a place of fear. My humanness was rearing its ugly little head. I struggled with "why?" Everyday I thought about this Sister who I had never met. I thought about how sad I was for her. I thought about how hard this must be for her. I wondered if she was staying at home and suffering because she felt she had to. An elders wife is under a lot of expectations to perform her life perfectly according to our faith. I worried a lot and I prayed aimlessly a lot. My worry had so many directions that an aimless prayer is all I could accomplish. A few days later to my surprise Susan let me know that the tumor had been removed by the Lord and that Sister Vickie was healed and gained a little strength everyday. I could not believe it. It actually happened. She was healed. Joyful and amazed is how I felt. I was also deeply ashamed for my harsh and very human thoughts. My lack of faith was the biggest elephant in the smallest room. It brought my lack to the forefront of my mind and in my shame I asked for forgiveness. I was so joyful about being proved wrong that I called my mother to tell her of this great miracle. Later that week my joy slipped into anger as once again I spoke with Sister Susan about Sister Vickie. Susan's words stuck like knives in my heart "Sister Vickie died last night." What? How can this be? Why? Again we face the Lord with "why?" My heart so sad and my faith so squashed I continued to mull over the question of why. I didn't know Sister Vickie but I needed to make sense of this that seemed to have no sense. I realized that I had very little faith at that point. I know logically that the Lord is kind and mercifull. Logically, I knew enough to fill a book, but my heart wouldn't hear it. I was blinded by my own fear and that endless question of why. As years passed I still struggled with Sister Vickie's experience, her suffering, and her untimely and in my opinion cruel death. The best way I can describe my ongoing anger and confusion is to say that the Lord healed her and dangled life in front of her only to snatch it away like a mean big brother torturing his smaller sibling with something like candy. I thought it to be very unfair. My years of thought could not make sense of this. "But she died" was all I could think and say.

I tell you my very embarrassing and shameful thoughts because Sister Vickie's story is often overshadowed by the words or thoughts of "but she died." Yes she did, we know that to be true. We also know that she was healed. Somehow putting the two together crosses the healing aspect out. Somehow it makes God the villain when truly he was her Saviour. Those of us that weren't close to the family and friends of Sister Vickie have to fill in the gaps and pieces of the story we heard passed down to us. The gaps don't get filled with the glory and mercy of the Lord but generally with our own fear. There are some great and wonderful souls who don't question, and their faith allows them to see the beauty in all things. I truly love these people. They are a constant and guiding hand in leading those of us with concerns and fears not of God to a place were the faith that we have and the love for our Lord and brethren can rise above our fleshly grumblings. We are all a work in progress but to those wonderful faithful souls who don't question their God, this is not written for you. You don't need to make sense of it. You my friend are in a place I am trying to get to. I write this half of the story for those of us who say "yes, but she died" and for those who ask "why."

In my talks with Janaun she shared with me several stories that pieced together my broken heart. She told me of a conversation her and her mother had had the February before she passed. Sister Vickie was talking about being healed of her tumor and her issue of blood. She talked about being healed like a pregnant woman would talk about the upcoming delivery of her child. It's something that they know will happen. It's only a matter of when. In her talking to her daughter she made a comment that stopped Janaun in her tracks. She said "I don't think I will live long after the Lord heals me." Distraught with her mothers words Janaun said to her mother that she couldn't make it without her. Her mother in a matter of fact way said "yes you will , you will be just fine Janaun." Janaun knowing logically that yes, she would be fine hesitantly said that she knew she would be okay but that she didn't want to be without her mother and her best friend. She was hesitant because she didn't want to give her mother permission to give up once she was healed. Janaun couldn't bear the thought of losing her mother so the conversation was changed. Janaun's mother was doing what mothers do best, she was preparing her child. She was more than close to the Lord. He was her companion and friend through all life's ups and downs. She listened to him intently and obeyed him loyally. He had spoken to her heart and she had spoken to his. She felt the day was coming and in some ways looked forward to it. In her conversation with her daughter she was trying to tell her, without telling her, that she knew and that she was very much at peace. This seemingly small conversation, when looked back on, spoke volumes. It's one of those pieces to a greater puzzle that cause you to see more clearly the path that God has walked with those He loves and holds dear.

Janaun also told me how in January of the same year her mother felt very compelled to join Secret Sisters. Sister Vickie was not a person who particularly enjoyed Secret Sisters. Sure she loved the fellowship but the gift giving just wasn't her thing. Despite her aversion to gifts she joined because the Lord led her to. She often commented to her daughter about the reasoning of such a request by the Lord. Not knowing or understanding why she carried on and humbly participated. She even went out and purchased the whole years gifts for her secret sister. The gifts consisted of items with scriptures on them that meant to comfort and encourage. It was items that she herself would have liked. In return she received gifts from her secret sister. One such gift was a grandmothers journal. It was a journal for grandmothers to write to their grandchildren. It occasionally gave props or asked questions of the grandparent writing. Sister Vickie filled out a great deal of this journal. Later after Sister Vickies passing Janaun found the journal and the gifts that she had purchased for her secret sister. Although she didn't understand the meaning of all this and why the Lord required it of her, the fact is the Lord had a purpose. He knew things would be left unsaid. He knew hearts would need comforted. The journal was a divine gift from God to Janaun. Her mothers lack of breath and time didn't allow her to have those last few important words with her mother. She longed after those guiding life affirming words that would keep her a float when the pain seemed to weigh her down. The words in that journal were life to Janaun's broken heart. Her mother unknowingly gave her daughter that gift of her last words. The journal will also heal and ground her grandchildrens hearts as they grow. Truly this journal was a divinely inspired gift. The gifts that were meant for her secret sister ultimately became the inspiration and comfort that was laid on her grave. God had allowed even the smallest detail to be looked after. Sister Vickie by the inspiration of God and her own obedience provided for her family that that was lacking to help remind, comfort, and heal their hearts.

I fell in love with the Pfister family and the brethren of Montrose through the hand of God. I became friends with Janaun through the hand of God. I came about this story through the hand of God. This set of events have been so that I could see Sister Vickie and her passing the way God would have me to see it. Truly I believe all are the hand of God guiding me and ultimately you the reader to a better understanding. "But she died" no longer has relevance to this story. In the hours of conversation with Janaun and reading over the journals pertaining to Sister Vickie, her tumor, her care, her miracle and her passing. I have came to a place where I see the whole of Sister Vickie's life as a fabulous tribute to her greatest love. She suffered because Christ once suffered for her. Did she feel like she had a choice? Yes, she made that choice the night she was baptised. She made the choice everyday to serve her Lord and Saviour. She made the choice to be patient. She made the choice to believe that the Lord would heal her. The Lord in return did what he could to help her along her way. There were many times that Sister Vickie pondered on the hem of Jesus. She often talked about what was needed to reach out and touch that hem and receive the virtue that would heal her of her issue of blood. One evening in 2005 as she was crossing her driveway to visit with her daughter and her family, who was at the time staying on the property, she looked up from her foot steps to see Jesus turning the corner. The hem of his white garment was trailing the ground behind Him. She ran to where He turned the corner only to see that He had vanished. As she told her daughter and son-in-law of how she had just seen Jesus she said " I think my healing will be just around the corner." I have been shown in so many ways how Jesus was there, for, and with her. In talking with Janaun I feel that Sister Vickie was very much at peace with moving on. I don't think she feared it. I think she longed for the embrace of Jesus. Touching the hem of his garment (her healing) was nothing compared to the embrace of his arms. Janaun in passing her mothers room over heard her in a conversation were she spoke about seeing death pass her by. She said she couldn't describe it but that it wasn't a frightening feeling. I think that after her miracle she was saddened. She had indeed felt death pass by but she wasn't afraid. She was ready and I think she did ask the Lord to take her home. She had heard many times of people being saved and healed of numerous things only to later fall away. She had said that if she was ever perfect and whole in every way that she prayed the Lord would take her in that instant. I named the previous pages "becoming perfect" and the last being "perfection" because I believe she reached perfection. She entered into the water of baptism and put away all the things of this world with the intent of going on to perfection. I think had she choose to, she would be here today. The Lord, in her passing, simply granted her that one last prayer. Her last words to her daughter were "move along honey." She knew it was time for Janaun to move on from under her care and with such little breath left, those three simple words were all that could be said. They were all that needed to be said. She had faith and she knew she had prepared her family the best she could. The care of her daughter and family was now in Gods hands and what capable hands they are. I told Janaun once that her mother had left her such a great legacy.There is many parts to the legacy of Sister Vickie.  One part of this legacy was the trunk full of journals she had kept since the day she married. She wanted to remember all that the Lord had done for her and her family. When she was finished with a journal she would take and put it in what was her hope chest. After her passing Janaun and her father decided to take her last journal and place it with the others. When they opened the chest it was full. There was only a small place left a place just big enough for one last journal. It's amazing that there was only room for one. That hope chest was meant to collect things for the home, husband and family she hoped she would have. Now it contains the words, thoughts and feelings of the life she had only just hoped for. That one last journal was all there was room for. The Lords ways are perfect. Looking back we can see all the pieces and they fit together so perfectly.

I'm thankful that the Lord would allow me such an amazing story to write. Truly my heart has been healed in the process. I hope I have conveyed Sister Vickies story as the Lord would have me to. I hope that all who ask "why" or say "but she died" can now see the beauty in her death. Her death only adds to her life. It doesn't take away from any part of it, especially the glorious miracle she received. She loved the Lord dearly and was granted eternal life in his presence. He once showed her a dream were she watched her grandchildren play on a lovely green lawn. As they played she thought to herself "things aren't as bad as I thought they would be." Do you remember this part of the story?  I do. Those grand babies are now the same age as they were in that dream. As I talked with Janaun on the phone today they were getting ready to go over to see their grandpa. I wonder if they will play leap frog on that lovely green lawn tonight. I know that if they do she will be there watching them. I hope you can read what my heart feels. I hope instead of seeing a miracle taken away by death you see two miracles, the miracle of her healing and the miracle of her entering into eternal life. One could not be accomplished without the other and one does not cross the other one out. I'm sad to say good bye to this story. All though she has passed away from this world Sister Vickie is my friend.  She has taught me much and I hope the she continues to inspire and befriend others. As I said before her passing only adds to her life. Thank you to the Pfister family for allowing me this opportunity to write about your wife and mother. Thank you Janaun my very dear friend for all your help, the hours on the phone and the many emails. You are a diamond that I shall treasure for ever and ever.

SisterVickies life lessons.

 Written for her grandchildren in her Grandmothers journal.

Sister Vickie Pfister part one
Sister Vickie Pfister part two
Sister Vickie Pfister part three
Sister Vickie Pfister part four
Sister Vickie Pfister part five

Sister Vickie part five

Perfection

I last left you at "a miracle" but even with a miracle as great as Sister Vickies there is still a lot of healing and recovering that must take place. I often think of a miracle in the body being instant, and they are. Sister Vickie's tumor miraculously and instantly let go, but I imagine a miracle more like the blind seeing and the man who was told to pick up his bed and go. I imagine it to be a return to normal life as it was, only better. It's not always that way though. Patience is a great virtue. It's one we all should be more friendly with.  Sister Vickie knew this friend all to well. It had been her constant companion for the 9 years that she had suffered and waited on the Lord to graciously heal her. Her wait was no more, but patience was still needed for the remainder of her recovery that lied ahead.

Sister Vickie steadily made progress. As everyone around her continued to care for her, they watched as a bit of strength was gained back a fraction at a time as each day passed. On the 25th of May Sister Vickie's sister Sister Sonja Gregory felt encouraged enough about her sisters condition that she decided to return home to Oklahoma. Sister Vickie's son also feeling encouraged by his mothers steady gain in strength, returned home with her to attend our annual hayride. Everyone felt well about Sister Vickie and her care. They just felt it would take a while before she was back to her old self again.

On Sunday morning, May 27th, a week since the tumor had been detached, Brother Larry and Sister Pam teamed up to give Sister Vickie a bath. Sister Vickie was able to sit up during her bath without passing out. Things were looking up. Sister Vickie relished in being clean again. It had been 16 days ago that she was last up and about. After her lovely and refreshing bath she refused to go back into that bed that had both nursed her and contained her for so many days. She requested that her recliner be brought in so that she could sit up. The family was happy to oblige her.

Later that Sunday morning Janaun arrived at her mothers home to find her looking clean and refreshed in her recliner balancing her checkbook. She asked Janaun to help her with the checkbook. As Janaun sat down to assist her mother they began to talk. Sister Vickie talked about how wonderful it had felt to be clean again. The subject then changed to something Janaun couldn't fathom. Sister Vickie explained to her daughter that she felt depressed. Janaun's heart sank " how could she be depressed after she had finally received her miracle?" But she was. She also explained how overwhelmed she was at the prospect of a lengthy recovery. She told her daughter "I wanted to go on." Janaun knowing her mother so very well almost asked her, "Oh, Mom, you didn't pray for God to take you, did you?" She couldn't bring herself to ask. She was to afraid of what her  mother's answer would be. Instead she reminded her mother of everything good and did all she could to please her and make her happy. That Sunday was a good day, but Sister Vickie's words haunted her daughter and caused her concern.

As Monday came a dust storm began  brewing outside. The family was awaiting the return of Brett. All was well and normal in what had become their normal. Around 5:00 pm about an hour before Brett was due home Sister Vickie quite abruptly and out of the blue started having difficulties catching her breath. She had to concentrate on her breathing. Talking became to laborious. Brett returned home to the shock of his mother being unable to breath well. He struggled with having left her and sat by her side talking to her and helping to care for her.

It was now Tuesday, May 29th and Sister Vickie's condition began to deteriorate. She continued to struggle for every breath. Those around her were baffled at the sudden change in her health. It seemed she would be well with just a little more care and patience. She had came so far and endured so much. The miracle that was so long awaited for had been received. Improvements were made each day. Life had returned to her but it seemed with each laboured breath life was once again leaving her. As the day became evening Sister Vickie's laboured breathing continued. The family ever by her side continued to take care of her. They were able to get her to receive, some, nourishment. With her breathing as laboured as it was, stopping to take a bite or a drink became ever so difficult.  As evening became night the family did what they could to help their wife and mother in her time of need. Sister Vickie's Legs had become very achy. Janaun trying to ease her mothers discomfort rubbed them for her. As she rubbed her mothers aching legs and talked to her her 5 year old daughter came in to check on her Grandma. This was Sisters Vickie's first grandchild. They had a lovely strong bond the two of them. Autumn adored her grandmother and of course Sister Vickie adored her granddaughter. As little Autumn came in her grandmas room that late night she told her "Grandma I will take care of you." Sister Vickie responded by smiling and saying "that's so sweet honey." She had no breath for talking but she knew her sweet Autumn deserved a reply. After that she looked at her daughter and said "move along honey." Janaun very puzzled at her mothers words stopped and thought to her self "what an odd way of putting it. Maybe she is just trying to us as few words as possible? Or maybe she is just ready for some rest." As Janaun obliged her mother and put her children to bed she thought about those odd words. Her mother had never said anything like that to her before. With her children in bed she once again turned her attention to her mother.

Sister Nova and Sister Merna were the sisters that came in that night to help with the care of Sister Vickie. They convinced the weary family to rest telling them that if there was any change they would come right away to get them. Reluctantly but also very tired and weary they each one went on to bed knowing that their mother was in good care. Janaun, still haunted by her and her mothers conversation that past Sunday and by the seemingly out of place words that night, could not sleep. She laid awake, listening for every little sound . She was waiting to be called to the bedside of her mother, hoping at the same time that she wouldn't be. As she lay there she heard Sister Nova hurriedly moving across the house. She jumped up to meet her. The look on Sister Novas face was enough information. Janaun ran to get her father and brother. As they approached the room were their mother and wife lay the Sisters informed them that she was passing.

On April 29, 2008 Jaunaun writes in her mothers journal that at 11:46 p.m. her mother passed on from this life, clothed in Faith, Hope and Charity. She entered into the arms of her Father near midnight just as she had been baptized into his kingdom near midnight so many years ago.

Her obituary, written by her father-in-law, read:

Her autopsy revealed that she had a cancer-free polyp that was nearly completely healed on her uterus, and that she had been anemic, but it was an abscess on her lung that had caused her death. Indeed man does confirm to us that she was healed of her issue of blood. God was faithful and true just as Sister Vickie was also patient and true.

Sister Vickies story is not yet finished.

Sister Vickie Pfister part one

Sister Vickie Pfister part two

Sister Vickie Pfister part three

Sister Vickie Pfister part four

Sister Vickie Pfister part six

Sister Vickie Pfister part four

Becoming Perfect

May 16th, 17th and 18th were days filled with the care of Sister Vickie. The tumor still attached to her body had begun to change. What was once solid and firm was now becoming soft and squishy. It had started seeping blood but Sister Vickie had amazingly stopped bleeding after 9 years.  Janaun describes those days as "a terrible race between Mom and her tumor." The changes in the tumor gave them all a glimpse of hope but some swelling in her tummy was causing much concern. Sister Vickie in her already weakened state was fighting day in and day out to hold on to life.

As our Brethren do during times like this they each  came one by one  to pray and visit with Sister Vickie and her family. When I asked Janaun if her mother was afraid she said "as a matter of fact she was very peaceful. She was so peaceful that she would fall asleep while brethren were talking and visiting with her." She said that she spent a lot of time apologizing for falling asleep. I'm sure the Brethren were over joyed at her falling asleep in their presence. It is often said that when the sick or injured are prayed for that they often fall into a very peaceful sleep. Ive seen this myself. It is quite amazing and very comforting to see. I'm immensely glad for that that the Lord does for us in our times of need. The joy and peace you feel when you have called upon the elders or the Lord himself has sent one of his servants to your side to pray and the one being prayed for falls asleep just after or before the prayer is even through.

May 19th brought with it some great improvements. Sister Vickie became strong enough to roll over on her own. The swelling in her tummy that had concerned them was begining to go down. It was encouraging to those around her to see some improvement after so many days of struggling. These improvements along with the changes in the tumor and the ceasing of her flow of blood were all very encouraging.

On May 20th during a break in the line of concerned visitors Sister Pam Nation and Sister Vickie's husband Brother Larry decided to closely examine the tumor that had now been attached to Sister Vickie for 9 days. Sister Pam carefully unwrapped the tumor. Brother Larry examined the tumor. He felt of the attached stalk and even squeezed it a bit. Janaun had said and written in her mothers journal that when he felt the firm thick leaders that ran through the stalk and into the tumor how strong and absolute they were that the hope drained from his face. Brother Larry and Sister Pam talked about ways to cut of the blood supply to the tumor. Sister became worried about the effects that might would have on Sister Vickie. They had already tried alcohol on the bottom of the tumor hoping it would dry things out a bit. It made that part of the tumor very leathery. They wondered what effect hydrogen peroxide might have on it. Sister Pam carefully applied the hydrogen peroxide to the tumor taking extra care not to get any on Sister Vickie. Sister Vickie declared that she was able to feel the tingling of the peroxide. Sister Pam and Brother Larry exchanged looks and asked where? She made a circular motion around the tumor. They had just confirmed that the tumor was indeed alive and the connection between it and Sister Vickie was secure. Sister Pam and Brother Larry were distraught at their discovery. They had hoped that the tumor was becoming weaker and that it would soon be loosed. That appeared to be not at all the case.

With a car driving up the drive way the flow of company started again. Sister Vickie was covered and quickly made presentable. The visitors slowly and laboriously making there way up the driveway were Brother Mark and Sister Caroline Gallegos along with Carolines sister Sister Ruthie . Brother Mark had been rendered nearly immobile from congestive heart failure. His trip to the Pfister house, up the driveway, to the front door and across the house was a great deal of effort and strength for him. The Lord had laid it upon his heart to come and pray and his own dire illness was not going to keep him from his fathers work. When the three arrived at the bedside of Sister Vickie they all prayed for her. Brother Mark had prayed for her in tongues. Janaun had said that it was one of the most beautiful prayers she had heard. When he had finished praying, he patted Sister Vickie on the shoulder and said "I'll see you on the other side." As they made their way out Sister Vickie said to her daughter "I wonder if he will cross over before me?"

Brother Larry escorted the Gallegos out and as he did he became overwhelmed with the spirit of the Lord to Pray for Brother Mark. There in the gravel of the driveway he prayed for him naming him "a mighty man of valor." When Brother Larry had came into the house he peeked in on his wife. The Janaun Pam and Kara were busy properly cleaning and wrapping the tumor. Being overcome by the feelings Brother Marks visit had had on him he called his father to visit with him about it. While he was on the phone Sisters Pam, Kara, and Janaun finished the cleanup of Sister Vickie. Sister Pam finished up on the wrapping of the tumor. Kara and Janaun talked as Pam carefully wrapped the last bit of tumor, when suddenly, and miraculously the tumor came off in her hands. Silence filled the room as Pam, Kara and Janaun's brains tried to process what their eyes were seeing. Pam slowly held the tumor away from Sister Vickie and in an awestruck voice proclaimed "It's off." Kara and Janaun then looked at each other as if to confirm that the other had saw it too. Janaun then went running and sliding across the hard wood floor of the Pfister home. She swung open the door to where her father stood visiting with his father on the phone. Her eyes met his and she shouted "It's off!" As they talked to Sister Vickie they told her "It's off" the tumor is off. "Mom it's off." She replied in a weak shocked voice "It's off?"

On this day, all that she had hoped for, dreamed of and believed the Lord for had came to pass. She was commanded to be made whole and she was. The tumor that was so solid and full of life a mear 20 minutes before had let go. Brother Mark hadn't had time to get back to the highway before the Lord acted and Sister Vickie was loosed of the tumor that had slowly grown in her belly for 9 long years.

A miracle.

The story of Sister Vickie is not yet finished.

Sister Vickie Pfister part one

Sister Vickie Pfister part two

Sister Vickie Pfister part three

Sister Vickie Pfister part five

Sister Vickie Pfister part six

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.

Sister Vickie Pfister part one

Sister Vickie Pfister part two

Sister Vickie Pfister part four
Sister Vickie Pfister part five
Sister Vickie Pfister part six

Sister Vickie Pfister part two

An Issue of Blood

 ²⁵And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years,
 ²⁶And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse,
 ²⁷When she had heard of Jesus, came in the press behind, and touched his garment.
 ²⁸For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole.
 ²⁹And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of that plague.
 ³⁰And Jesus, immediately knowing in himself that virtue had gone out of him, turned him about in the press, and said, Who touched my clothes?
 ³¹And his disciples said unto him, Thou seest the multitude thronging thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
 ³²And he looked round about to see her that had done this thing.
 ³³But the woman fearing and trembling, knowing what was done in her, came and fell down before him, and told him all the truth.
 ³⁴And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.

Sister Vickie Pfisters story is one in the same as the woman with an issue of blood. The nature of her suffering is a delicate matter. The Lord has made us all male and female and to our gender we separately have issues. So while telling this story I will be as proper and considerate as possible.

I was never able to meet Sister Vickie. My account of her is gathered mostly from her daughter Janaun. Janaun and her mother were about as close as a mother and daughter could be. They were each others friend and would talk daily on the phone while accomplishing their daily chores. Sister Vickie was a strong mother in this faith. She prepared her children for the ups and downs that they might encounter in life. I picture her as strong and steadfast, never wavering in her commitment and love for the Lord. Her effect on the brethren was just as great as that of her family. She lived, rightfully so, as if the only thing that mattered was serving the Lord to the best of her ability so that she might make heaven her home. Her family, her brethren and her life prove her love for her Lord and Saviour.

In 1998 Sister Vickie was preparing for her daughters up coming wedding. At that time her monthly cycles became closer and closer together. On a day sometime after her daughters wedding the two monthly cycles that had been inching ever so close to one another, met in the middle and became one. Knowing something was wrong within her, she choose to place herself in her beloved creators hands. She choose to do what she could by eating healthy and taking care of the body that the Lord had blessed her with but the rest was left to the Lord to perfect in his own way and time. In my conversations with Janaun she talked about her mother struggling with anemia. How weak and tired she often was. In Janauns words "she was extremely tough or God had great mercy on her." I'm sure it was both because Janauns memory of her mother during those times was not one of agonizing pain or an absent chair at family gatherings. It was just the opposite even. She kept going. She kept living and she continued to participate in life as it was. I know it was painful at times. As the weeks became months and the months became years she was indeed in some pain. Her legs often ached and the constant loss of blood took a toll on her. She was suffering but it was for the perfecting of her soul. In Sister Vickies opinion, through her actions, it was a price worthy of paying and one that she never wavered on.

The family hadn't known the exact nature causing her issue of blood. According to Janaun her slender and petite mother became aware of a mass in her tummy. She had intermittently passed small masses with her constant stream of blood. The answer to her condition came one evening from a very unlikely source. It came as part of the family watched an episode of the 90's sitcom Home Improvement. In this particular episode Tim's wife began flowing with no end in sight. As most people outside of our faith do, she went to see her doctor. On her visit she was told that she had "fibroid tumors." Janaun went to her mother who wasn't watching with the rest of the family and told her about what she had seen. With a little bit of research they felt confident that her issue of blood did indeed come from a fibroid tumor within her uterus. This was the mass that she was able to feel within her tummy. One of Sister Vickie's favorite scriptures was James 1:2-4.
²My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
 ³Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
 ⁴But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
Knowing that that caused her to suffer didn't distract her from the work being done within her. She continued on., everyday believing and everyday living to perfect her soul and prove herself worthy to one day stand in the presence of her Lord and Saviour.

Sister Vickie was not left alone in her struggles. The Lord was with her and comforted her from time to time. Over the years she had received prophecies that had lead her to believe that life for her would be long. The Lord also blessed her with beautiful dreams. One such dream is extremely comforting to Janaun. Her mother had dreamed of a white home with a lovely green yard. Playing on this lovely green grass were her two grandchildren. One of these children was a girl of about 8 years old. Her mother told her that the little girl was just like Waco (Janauns husband) but that she had curly hair, just not as curly as Janauns. Then there was that little boy. A little boy of about 3 that reminded her so much of her son Brett. She said she watched these children play leap frog on this beautiful green lawn and she thought to herself "Things just aren't as bad as I thought they would be."  This was no ordinary dream. At the time of the dream the Pfisters lived in a home with no green grass and her daughter was three years shy of having their first grandchild. That grandchild was a girl and indeed she is like her father with resemblance of her mothers hair and approximately five years later a son that is very much like his uncle Brett. The Pfisters did move into that white house with the lovely green lawn.  Sister Vickie talked of this dream often. It gave her and her family such great comfort. Janaun also mentioned that her mother had dreams of being delivered of this tumor. Janaun also had dreams of her mother being healed. It wasn't a question of if the Lord would heal her of her tumor but more a question of when.

We don't always understand the things the Lord is conveying to us at the time but the peace and comfort of the Lord that can not be spoken is always felt and remembered. The Lord and his ways are perfect.



Sister Vickie Pfister part one
Sister Vickie Pfister part three
Sister Vickie Pfister part four
Sister Vickie Pfister part five
Sister Vickie Pfister part six

Sister Vickie Pfister part one

Getting to know the Pfisters.

I'm amazed how the Lord has allowed me to get to know the family of Sister Vickie Pfister. Her story is amazing in every way. It's one of healing, mercy, grace, obedience and love. I have decided to write her story in sections. There is just to many important details. Details that have there place in this story. I can't possibly condense this into one page. Sister Vickie and her family deserve far more than a page of my time. She truly has left a legacy for her family and brethren.

I met the Pfister family in January. I was introduced to them through my dear friend Susan Fisher. Susan stayed with me here in Oklahoma a couple of days before and after her niece Savannah's wedding. When I asked who Savannah was marring she pulled up Bret's website on the computer and introduced me to him, his family and the brethren there. He is absolutely so very talented with video by the way. We sat and watched nearly all these videos that Bret had made. Some where funny. Some were crazy. Some were very adventurous and lively. I was able to see the brethren from Montrose, Colorado in these videos as well as the Pfister family. Through these videos I saw their enthusiasm for life and for God. I seen their bond with each other as family, friends and brethren. I fell in love with this group of brethren that I had never actually met before. I told Susan how I loved this Pfister family and these Montrose brethren. I told her how I felt if I ever met them I would probably make a fool of myself because in my mind I already knew and loved them. In truth they had never met me and I in all actuality had not met them. Yet I loved them.

By divine intervention, in my opinion, I came to be friends with Janaun Melvin. She is the daughter of Sister Vickie Pfister. As I came to know her through facebook and my blogs I realized that she was apart of this lovely family. I knew God was working. Janaun is now one of my very dear friends. I have yet to meet her face to face and have only recently talked to her on the phone for the first time. She is my modern day pen pale. No pen and paper here only a computer and facebook as our means of communication. Janaun had read this blog. She messaged me about the story of her beloved mother. It wasn't the first I had heard of Sister Vickie but until that moment I hadn't related the stories I heard from Sister Susan to this family. God had once again sent me a story for this blog. This has not been an easy story to research or gather. The Lord has reminded me several times that all things are in his time. After several months of talking to Janaun and gathering her and her mothers story through journals, pictures and a 4.5 hour long conversation on the phone, I finally had all the pieces. It was the day before the anniversary of her passing that the phone conversation took place. I was overwhelmed by the way in which God works and to boot it was only a few days from Mothers Day. I was sure that this story of Sister Vickie would be published on Mother's Day but the Lord kept the words from me. No words, nothing, just a blank mind.

I didn't understand but none the less I tried. When God is not in it it doesn't work very well does it. Lessons I guess I need to learn. This blog is indeed for all who want to read about faith but it was started to help me personally. I need faith. I need to know my brethren, all my brethren. I need to be obedient to my Lord and Saviour. So I'm learning. It takes time. It's not my time but his. I have to wait for his words and for his spirit. He is laying before me a path that I must follow. I'm afraid if I step out of this path this blog will become an awful shamble. It would not be blessed by my Lord and therefore not be a blessing or of service to anyone including myself. So please dear reader be patient. The Lord is giving me stories in His time. He is also giving me life long dear friends. Friends that are more like family. I'm sure we will hear more about this family's faith on future posts. I'm terribly thankful and blessed for the Lord to allow me such people in my life. So here's to this lovely family and their beautiful dear wife and mother Sister Vickie.  Thank you Lord for such a great example as she.

Pictured from left to right

Lance Pfister, Autumn Melvin, Larry Pfister, Vickie Pfister, Janaun Melvin, Waco Melvin, Brett Pfister.

 This was the Pfisters last family photo.

On the day this picture was taken Janaun and Waco had just announced that they were expecting.

Not seen in this photo is Jonathan Melvin.

Sister Vickie Pfister part two
Sister Vickie Pfister part three
Sister Vickie Pfister part four
Sister Vickie Pfister part five
Sister Vickie Pfister part six