I had occasion a few days ago to administer to a certain sister. She came to my house, and we knelt down to pray. I felt an exceedingly great portion of the Spirit of God. After I had administered to her and rebuked the disease that was upon her, the Spirit of God rested upon me with such power that I saw down through the vista of time that this sister rose from the dead and stood with the children of God, and I saw her son also rise up and stand by his mother and he cried out, "My mother! My mother!" And the mother answered, "My son! My son!" and clasping each other in arms of love they sang praises to God. I know that the sister will stand with the blood-washed throng, and will be clothed in white raiment and sing the songs of redeeming love. —Saints' Herald, May 24, 1890.