---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Snow, Roy C.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 22
number: 4
published: 1919-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Snow, Roy C., "A Testimony," *Improvement Era* 22, no. 4 (February 1919): 302.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2204unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera2204unse
start_page: 302
end_page: 302
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1919-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2204unse
  publication_year: 1919
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1919, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# A Testimony

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A Testimony
          By he Roy C. Snow, of the General Board Y. M. M. I. A.

     It was a cold, dismal day, Thursday, December 26, 1907.       A
little girl,eleven years old, walked through the Eagle Gate and
turned west on South Temple.
      That stalwart man of God, Francis M. Lyman, came out of
the President's Office and turned east as he reached the sidewalk.
      This great and kind man met the little girl, and said, as he
recognized her: "Why, Lucile, how do you do?" Little Lucile
looked up into his face with tears in her eyes.
      Realizing her grief, President Lyman continued    "Why are
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you crying, is there anything I can do for you?" "Yes, President
Lyman," she said, "my dear mama is suffering, oh so much, and I
know if you will come and bless her she will get better."
      The servant of the Lord was deeply touched by the little
girl's faith and earnestness, and replied: "Yes, my dear, I will
go with you right now." He took her little hand and they
walked together, this great and good man clothed with the
Priesthood of God, and the innocent little girl who was seeking
a blessing for her poor, suffering mother.
      They entered the home, and as they approached the mother's bed, President Lyman said: "Sister Minnie, the Lord has sent
me here. He sent little Lucile to get me to come and give you a
blessing.   I feel that the Lord will grant you any desire which
you may have in your heart at this time, if you will but make it
known."
     The suffering mother hesitated, then turned her head, full
of pain, and answered: "Well, President Lyman, I have never
been willing to give up until now. I have always hoped that,
perhaps in some miraculous way, I should be healed and be
permitted to return to my work in the Lord's service; but if my
time has now come, I shall go fully reconciled to the will of
God.     Yes, I have a desire that I hope may be granted me. I
have suffered constant and terrible pain, not for days and weeks,
but for months and years, and I do desire that I may be relieved
of this suffering during the last hours of my life."
     The servant of the Lord placed his hands upon her head,
blessed her, rebuked the pain and solemnly made the promise,
in the name of the Lord, that her suffering should cease and that
she should enjoy peace during life's last hours.
     Lucile's face was filled with joy. I went to the bedside and