Beatrice Sammons Whitman Healed!

   Ms. Beatrice (Sammons) Whitman, a 1963 graduate of Greer High School, Greer, SC, gave this testimony on January 23, 2022, at Faith Temple Church, Taylors, SC.

Ms. Beatrice (Sammons) Whitman is pictured in 2022.     

I’m always privileged to give my testimony. You know, we overcome by the word of our testimony. When the pastor asked me to give my testimony, I thought, “Lord, where do I start? You’ve always been with me. You’ve always kept me. You’ve never let me down.”

I wrote down some things I want to go back to and let y’all know where Jesus brought me from and to where I am today. He’s never left me. And I really appreciate him. Just pray for me, now. 

I want to thank him most of all for saving me, and for healing me, and for giving me the Holy Ghost, and for knowing that he’s soon coming again to take us home.

I’d like to tell you where he’s been with me all my life. You know, we like to brag about our doctors, sometimes, but I want to tell you about the best M.D. that there is, and that’s Jesus, my Miracle Deliverer. So, when I say M.D., he’s my Miracle Deliverer this morning. 

As a young child, I attended Victor Baptist Church with my grandmother. Also, I went to the Church of God with my mom, a lot. And I saw the power of God move. When I was about 12 years old, my grandmother asked me to memorize a verse of Scripture: Ezekiel 16:6. She said I might need it sometimes. We had a young boy in our neighborhood who was a free-bleeder. This Scripture stops blood, and this is what this Scripture says: “And when I passed by thee, and saw thee polluted in thine own blood, I said unto thee when thou wast in thy blood, Live; yea, I said unto thee when thou wast in thy blood, Live!”

In December of 1965, my grandmother had gone to Atlanta to help my aunt in June and one morning she woke up and she was paralyzed and could not move. Cancer had eaten through her spinal cord. And she was hemorrhaging in Dec. of ’65. And we were going every week to see her. Cancer had entered her spine. Our family was called in and we were at Crawford W. Long Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia. She didn’t get to go to church or anything, and my uncle and them didn’t go to church. We didn’t know anybody in Atlanta. But as I sat in that waiting room, there was a preacher came in and he told us, “God has spoke to me and told me to come and pray for a lady named Flora Conner.” And I thought, “Oh, my.” I got up and said, “Come,” and we went into her room. Now, remember, she’s unconscious and she’s hemorrhaging from her nose. And I told her, I said, “Grandma, — she couldn’t hear me —- he’s gonna pray for you.” And he started praying. And would you know what he prayed? Ezekiel 16:6. And soon as he started praying that Scripture, my grandma’s little hands just shot up to heaven. And she opened her eyes and she began to praise the Lord, and the blood stopped. God let me see, at 19 years old, a miracle that he had prepared me for when I was 12. I just didn’t realize it. And I thought, “Oh, Lord, why didn’t I think of that? Why didn’t I pray that over my grandma? But you used a man we did not know but who obeyed God.” My grandmother got to go back to my uncle’s house. Now this was December that she was prayed for. She went to that man’s church — or God’s church — by ambulance, and she laid right there at the altar and he let her give her testimony. Well, my grandmother died Jan. 19, 1966. She lived a month. But, hey, God healed her so that I could see what God could do. 

And then, in April of 1983, I was attending Faith Temple, and I began to hemorrhage that morning — it was on Easter Sunday morning, our 18th wedding anniversary — and I was at Death’s door.
When I come to, I told my children — we were to have a big play here that Easter Sunday morning, and they were in it — I said, “Go to church.” They did. But you know what was prayed over me that Sunday morning at church — I was at Greenville Memorial Hospital —  Ezekiel 16:6. And I didn’t have to have any surgery. God stopped the bleeding in my stomach. I’ve never had any stomach issues since. And I praise God for that. He’s been my Healer. And I’m so glad that he spared me.  

In 1996, I was working, taking care of geriatric patients, older people, and I had five vertebrae to collapse in my back. I was dragging my feet every time I got off from work. And they told me I’d have to have an operation that was gonna last at least 12 hours. My operation lasted 14 hours, that it took the doctor to fix my spine. I have a lot of rods. I have plates in the lower part of my spine. But, you know, I never did get to go back into nursing. But God spared me for a reason. I’m glad he healed me. 

I’m glad that people were praying for me. People, prayers make a difference in our lives. After I was operated on in 1996, I wasn’t able to ever — my granddaughters are 16 and 14 — I’ve never been able to pick them up, put them on my hip, swing them around, tote ’em, or anything like that, but I can still love them by sitting down and letting them crawl up my legs, you know, and just cuddle ’em up. So, there’s always things you can overcome with. 

In 2004, I had a left total knee replacement. In 2005, I had a right total knee replacement. In 2008, I had a hip replacement. In 2010, I had a hip replacement. So, y’all, I’m a bionic person with a lot of metal. And my husband told me if he outlived me, he was gonna scrap me out. So, I guess I cost him too much money. 

Willis, my husband, he died in Feb. 2019, after many years of illness.
Our favorite verse was Nahum 1:7: “The Lord is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.” That was our favorite verse.

Now, I want to tell you about the brain tumor — some of you have heard my testimony about it and some have not. On March 25, 2020, I had been gone from Faith Temple about 35 years, and the Lord spoke to me and told be to come back here on Aug. 04, 2019, and I know God brought me back to this loving place where people would pray for me. Little did I know that I was gonna face what I faced in 2020. I had a double brain tumor — one on this side and one on this side. I had originally gone to have an operation on my neck, and when they did the MRI and all, it showed this brain tumor. So I went in on March 25, 2020, and the doctor operated on me and took it out, and he had to leave one little piece on my sinus vein. He told me if he’d went a little further, it would have killed me instantly. So, he pulled out. And I asked him when I woke up, I said, “Did you get it all?”

He said, “No.” 

I said, “Was it cancerous?”

“Well, we don’t know.” 

Eight days later, I found out it was cancer. 

God gave me this Scripture, Psalm 17:8: “ Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings.”

After he removed the brain tumor, I started taking chemo treatments; it’s called R-CHOP. They told me that if I didn’t take it that that thing would probably grow back within three months. So I’m scared to death. I went back to the surgeon and he told me, “Ms. Whitman, if I were you, I’d do one treatment and see how you make out.” 

Well, I did three treatments, and, I tell you, that’s the sickest sick you can be. And the ones of y’all that have had chemo, y’all know that.

He took it out on March 25. I had chemo in April and most of May. But on May 25, I was out in the yard, and I saw a bright light in the sky. And my head hurt so bad. I grabbed it and told my daughter, “I’m going blind. Get me in the house!”

Little did I know that those waves that I saw in the sky and that bright light was the power of God touching my head. That night, that same light appeared in my living room, and I thought to myself — fear came on me — and I said, “Lord, you’re gonna take me tonight.” 

That was on Monday, Memorial Day. Tuesday, I had an appointment with the cancer doctor. I woke up Tuesday morning. I was not in the presence of the Lord as I thought I would be. 

And I told her when I got to the office, I said, “God’s healed me,” and I told what had happened. 

She said, “Oh, no.” She said, “That cancer’s back. That’s what it is.” She said, “You’ll have to have another MRI.”

I said, “OK.” 

So, I had the MRI. God healed me on Monday, and I had the MRI on Friday. And then I got so deathly sick from that MRI, because I really didn’t need it, but, see, it was done anyway.\

God gave me these Scriptures: 

Hebrews 6:19: “Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil.”

Who’s in the veil? The veil is Jesus Christ, the Son of God. He is our deliverer. 

John 10:10: “The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” 

In other words, an overflowing life.

And then He gave me Psalm 91:10-11: “There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.”  We serve a mighty God.

On June 1, 2020, I went back to that same doctor that had told me God did not heal me. She said, “There’s no sign of cancer in your head.” That’s God. 

But she wanted me to continue taking chemo — six more treatments. And I said, “No way!” And I wrote in my journal (and I copied it last night) on June 8, 2020, I wrote down, “Some things are worse than death. No more chemo for me!” Now, that’s me speaking, as God dealt with me.    

As of March 2021, this past March, I had to have another MRI. The cancer’s still gone. God is our Miracle Deliverer. Praise Him!

And in closing, I’ll leave with you Isaiah 55:8-9: “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.  For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

I want to thank all y’all that prayed for me. So many prayers went up, and I don’t know who touched heaven for me. Somebody touched heaven for me that night before I had the surgery. And I want to thank y’all for praying for me. … I love y’all and appreciate y’all. … God has been so good to me. He saved me and has always been with me. It would take books and books for me to write down all the things God has done for my family and the miracles he’s performed for me. Thank you.