When I was growing up, my sister and I slept together. We were the oldest of four girls. She had epilepsy spells, always at about 6 in the morning, though she didn’t have one every morning. Each time they would start, she called Mother. My mother was a Christian and made a promise with God that if he healed my sister of epilepsy, she would never cut her hair again. God did just that. He healed my sister. And our mother never cut her hair again.

Bertie Futch, Princeton, Tri-County EMC