Elsanor Boarding School for Boys & Burrell Family Ministries - Because Jesus lives...there is hope.

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 On March 13, 2014, we found out that my husband, Dale Burrell had Acute Myeloid Leukemia.  He was admitted to Wake Forest Baptist Cancer Center immediately.  After 2 rounds of chemo, 3 bone marrow tests, and 43 days, my precious husband crossed over the chilly waters of death, and went home to be with the Lord.  For two days before he died, he saw the Lord in his room.  I asked him if he wanted the doctors to treat him any more, and this is what he said. "I am seeing the Great Physician, why do I need a doctor?"  He had pneumonia, kidney failure, and heart failure.  He wanted to bow before his Lord and Saviour, Jesus, Christ.  Brother Dale always said he wanted to wear out rather than rust out.  And that's exactly what he did.  He had suffered affliction in his body for many, many years, and although it is very hard and sometimes overwhelming, I must draw strength from my heavenly Father now, and trust him to lead me through this extremely difficult time.  I know that he will.  Pray for me brothers and sisters.  The Lord had impressed upon us to write a book about the marvelous ministry that God had given us.  So now I have a task ahead of me and I covet your prayers as I attempt to write of the wonderful and amazing things that God allowed us to see and witness these past 20 years.  Being without the love of my life is like nothing I have ever been through.  A great man of God has passed off the scene and I wish everyday to leave this world, but Brother Dale told me time and time again, that I was to continue in the fight and not quit. 

It is October 2014.  Almost six months since my husband passed away.  Many changes have come to pass as I grope in unknown territory.  A month ago, I sold almost every possession that I had.  I sold my vehicles, my personal belongings, my household furnishings, and every little thing that Dale and I loved.  I gave his suits and clothes away to a men's home, I gave our food to the needy, and I put our home on the market.  My sister came to live with me and on the 16th of September, Dad flew out, and we rented a moving truck, and the three of us loaded up what we had left.  After Sunday morning church, and many goodbyes and tears, we left for Arizona.  I'm now living with Mom and Dad and my brother and sister.  The days are easier to get through but the nights are still a challenge.  I read my bible, pray and try to heal.  I still have a passion for children, and I deeply miss our "boys".  My sister, Betty, and I want to minister to children here, possibly on the Indian reservations.  We covet your prayers.   My phone is still the same as always and your texts of scripture or encouraging words has meant the world to me.  I see the camp meetings that are going on, the special meetings and the revivals. I know life goes on but I observe from a distance for now.  I pray for you as always.  God bless you all.

In His Glorious Service,

Sister Lois Burrell 


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