Fannie prayed for everyone.

The family record is clear. Fannie was a prayer warrior. People came from miles around to get sister Fannie to come sit and pray with the ailing dying and newborns.

Fannie was busy cooking over the wood cookstove when her 5 year old ran into the kitchen and grabbed his mother’s apron.

“Early is in the river!’  he quietly expounded.

Fannie ran to the river where her son pointed, she did not see the 3 year old Earl. Fannie couldn’t swim.

20 minutes later her husband Gene came home and immediately began to dive where a few bubbles seem to appear magically. On the third dive he hooked his hand on the little boys overalls. On the bank he pumped and massaged the boy to expel any water in the lungs. He alternated with breathing in his nostrils.

Fannie said lay him on the bed and run get the Williams to come and pray. All through the night Fannie never gave up and prayed with tears and in earnest asked that her son’s life be spared. The next morning Earl opened his eyes and said, “Mama, I’m hungry.”

Several years later the family horse stepped on a sharp object and severely cut its ankle. Gene came in and said, “Fannie, you need to pray for that horse or he will stand right there and bleed to death!”

Fannie ran out with her Bible in hand and laid it on the wound quoting Ezekial 16:6 saying “thou shalt live!”

The faithful horse lived many years after that fateful day.

 

Eugene usually swept the kindling and ashes in front of the fireplace, pitching the debre back into the fire. Fannie had just bathed her youngest daughter and sat her wrapped in a towel in front of the fire. There was an explosion and the child fell over on her side. Fannie ran to the room to find Betty bleeding from the chest. She immediately called Eugene to go fetch Brother Lonnie and Sister Nita to come and pray, Betty has been shot. Evidently a 22 bullet fell from the mantle and was swept into the fire accidently. Again the prayers rose from that house that night all night long. The next morning the baby opened her eyes and cried “Mama!” Betty lived the rest of her life with a 22 bullet lodged next to her heart. She died at age 75.

Every relative, every friend for miles around coveted sister Fannie’s prayers. She prayed the prayer of faith for each of her linage. She had 9 children and spent many evenings praying for the safety of her family.

Her prayers were heard and answered.

What greater legacy can one leave than their continual faith in their Lord and his Hand on their family…