TITLE: THE HARDEST VALLEY TO CROSS introduction
By Verna Mull
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This account began in September, 1976. We were having a crew work on building one of those huge corn legs on our farm. We were pushing against time, as we would need it when we started to harvest our crop. It was a busy time.
The garden was producing, and I was busy with that, and helping wherever I could with other things.
My husband, Paul, was in the midst of a spiritual battle. I wouldn’t mention this, except that this to, was the working of God. He had been trying to mentor a young man who had chosen many bad paths in life. He had even been called at 2:00 in the morning by this man. He wanted Paul to meet him, and he wasn’t in very good shape. Paul spent hours with him at various times. This had all begun when the young man visited our church. We had an altar call, and this man was obviously struggling with the Spirit and was still sitting in a pew as we passed by. Paul felt the Spirit pulling him to stop and talk with the man, but tried to ignore it. He had never met him before in his life. As he walked by, he felt the hair on the back of his head stand up, and he knew that he could not pass by, and turned and witnessed to this young man, who told him that he had a yellow streak down his back and he’d never stay true if he did respond. All of the scripture and pleading was to no avail. Yet, that was when he had entered my husband’s life, and God drew them together several times after that. Paul was so sure that if he did his part, the Spirit would do the rest, and always depended on God to meet the need in His time. To make a long story short, the young man divorced his wife, and had another girlfriend who he decided to marry. There was a stag party which included drinking, and this man was speeding on his motorcycle, chased by the police, and ended up dead under the policeman’s car.
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