In this post I will share the story of a woman named Florence Crawford. She lived from 1872 - 1936. The following is her personal story.
I was brought up in a home of unbelief. I never knew what it was to hear my mother pray and I never laid my hand on a Bible until I was a grown woman, but God looked down into my heart and saw that I wanted something real.
One night as I was dancing in a ballroom I heard a voice speak out of Heaven and say:”Daughter, give Me thine heart.” I did not know it was the Voice of God so I went on dancing. Again the Voice spoke. It seemed my feet became heavy and the place was no longer beautiful to me. Again the Voice spoke much louder, “Daughter, give Me thine heart.” The music died away and I left the ballroom; and for three days and nights I prayed and wept, wrestling against the powers of atheism and darkness. The enemy would tell me there was no God, and that the Bible was a myth. I could hardly eat or sleep, and it seemed there was no hope for me, but I thought: “Why did God speak out of Heaven if there were no hope?” Again the Voice spoke much louder,”Daughter, give Me thine heart.”
At last I remembered a woman who was a Christian, and I went to her home. When she opened the door and looked at my face, she said, “You want God.” I said, “I want Him more than anything else in the world.” Right there I fell on my knees, and as she prayed for me, God came into my heart.
Oh, the rest, the peace, the quietness that flooded my soul was wonderful! As I wept for joy, I said, “I must go and tell the others.” I went to the home where some friends were waiting for me to join them in a card game. They had cards on the table and were ready to play but I told them, “No cards for me; I have found Jesus!” They saw the light of another world on my face, and the cards were put away.
What a change God made in my heart! Everything I had loved that was of the world was taken out of my heart; but, oh, how I loved lost souls. Often I wept as I saw those who looked sad, and many times I would stop and tell them the story of Jesus.
How I thank God when I heard of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. He led me to a little mission. It was not a fine hall, but just an old barn-like building with an old board laid on two chairs for an altar. The floor was carpeted with sawdust; the walls and beams blackened by smoke. I looked around to see if anyone saw me go in, but I would not have cared if the whole world saw me go out. I had found a people who had the experience I wanted. The first “Hallelujah ” I heard echoed down in my soul. When I went out of there that day, the only thing I wondered was: Can I ever get it?
From Monday till Friday I sought God and read my Bible at every possible moment between my duties. That Friday afternoon at the mission, the preacher stopped and said, “Somebody in this place wants something from God.” As I sat in my chair, the power of God shook my being, and rivers of divine love flooded my soul. My tongue began to praise God in another language.
I had many afflictions of my body but I had never thought to pray for my healing. However, one day I prayed that God would heal my lungs and He did. Furthermore, as a young girl I had been thrown from a carriage and as a result had to wear a brace with straps and a metal plate. One night the prayer of faith was offered for me, and God instantly healed me. I walked twenty -three blocks that night and had no pain. From that day to this, I have never had a tinge of pain from that problem.
Florence led the Apostolic Faith work from 1907 until her passing on June 20, 1936.