Kathryn Kuhlman (1907 – 1976)
Growing Up in Trials & Tribulations
Jesus said, “Can you trust me with this experience without ever knowing why?”
My first prophetic sign from God came to me when I was 9 years old. It was in June of 1961 my sister, Pamela, and I had been staying with my grandmother who lived in west Texas. We had been sent to stay for a couple of weeks with our Grandmother during the hot dry months of summer while our parents spent some time alone. After a couple of weeks, we knew just any day our parents would call and let us know that they were coming to take us home.
One evening, around seven or so, the telephone rang; our parents were coming to pick up my sister and me. They would have to make a 60-mile trip, which gave us plenty of time to gather our things, pack them up and get ready to go. While Grandmother was visiting with my dad over the phone, the skies opened up and a very fine misty rain began to fall. There was something very strange about the way it made me feel. I knew something was wrong. It was odd that I was feeling so bad about the rain. You see, the average rainfall for the western part of Texas is around 15 inches per year, so rain of any kind is wonderful, but not this night.
Suddenly, from out of the misty rain an angel of God whispered in my ear with such clarity it was if he were standing right next to me. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was deeply saddened as he told me, “Your Mother and Father are going to be in an accident, and it will be fatal.” While Grandmother was still talking to my dad, I began begging her to let me talk to him. I was going to tell them not to come that night but wait until the next day.
She kept pushing me away; then, suddenly, she hung up the phone. I asked her, “Grandmother, why did you not let me talk to him?” She responded, “They will be here in about an hour.” With tears in my eyes I said, “No they won’t, they’re going to have a wreck.” Grandmother did not take me seriously. She probably thought I didn’t want to go home or that I was tired. But I knew that I knew in my knower that the wreck was going to leave me without my parents. With no question in my mind His Word to me was more real than anything that my natural senses could ever reveal, I began to pace around the house pleading with God not to let them die. At one point I stopped, placed my forearm upon the front door. Resting my head on my arm, I began to use my mind’s eye to envision my parents just running off the road unharmed. This was a vain attempt to try and use my seer’s gift to change the outcome. I knew that it was a long shot, but I was desperate to save my parents.
About 20 minutes later, my Dad’s four brothers came walking into the house. They looked very serious, and I knew what was to happen next. I tried to make eye contact with them, but they would not look at me. Then one of my uncles sat down at the counter where the telephone was; he picked up the phone and acted like he was calling the hospital in search of my parents. Acting as if he was talking to the receptionist, my uncle began to repeat each word he was supposedly hearing on the other end of the line, and then he said, “They were in a wreck between Odessa and Midland and Mozelle Simpson was killed?” My dad’s youngest brother was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. Even though I knew what was going to happen, I broke down crying as my precious little sister gently patted me saying, “It’s going to be okay.” She was only two years old and didn’t understand what had just happened.
I found out later that my mother’s oldest brother was also told by an Angel from God about the accident before it happened. My Uncle Johnny and his family were vacationing in Colorado and had a week to go before they were scheduled to return to their home in Dallas. My uncle indicated that a strong, undeniable impression came to him that my mother was in trouble and they needed to pack up their things and get back home. He also reported that as they were coming into Texas the state troopers had set up a roadblock and were stopping everyone coming in from the north. When my uncle stopped at the checkpoint they asked for his driver’s license then they informed him that his family needed him and it was urgent. The troopers closed down the checkpoint and escorted my uncle and his family straight through Texas, to where all the family had gathered to mourn the loss of my mother.
For years, I pondered on why my mother died and my dad lived. I wondered if my attempting to change the word by envisioning that they just ran off the road without injury spared him. I also questioned if God only allowed my dad to live but not my mother because I did not pray hard enough. The answer is found in the remaining portion of this story. See if you can find it and gain the knowledge from its answer.
The prophetic gifts have been present in my mother’s side of the family as far back as to my great grandmother. In the picture you can see her standing with my great-grandfather who was of Scottish decent. Even though the gifts were prevalent in all their lives, they did not knowingly use them or even know what was happening to them when the Holy Spirit came upon them. My grandmothers and mother were considered to be crazy when they would tell of things to come. They were totally misunderstood because they did not know how the gift worked, and no church at that time in their area taught on prophecy or prophetic gifts; therefore, the church would not have anything to do with them when they came seeking guidance.
I remember my mother would tell me that I would die when I was 27 years of age. It was only a couple of times that she would come to me with tears in her eyes and tell me what she knew in her heart to be true. My mother was not being cruel to me she was just overwhelmed by what she was experiencing. I’m sure what she was seeing was we would be separated by death and possibly saw the number 27. The irony of this story is when she died in the car accident she was only 27 years old. I tell you this because it’s important that you see how easy it is to misinterpret what the Holy Spirit is revealing to you. It was difficult for the disciples of Jesus to understand what He was saying to them face to face, with their natural ears, how much more challenging is it to know what He is saying to us Spirit to spirit?
You see, it is not enough to hear God; you must know what He means. This is the true test of everyone who ears to hear. All Christians have the ability to hear His voice, but not all have the wisdom and/or knowledge to properly interpret what He means. This is just another reason why it’s important to work with a prophet who has the spiritual insight to know and understand what our Lord is revealing to His people.
- “However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come” (John 16:13 NKJV).
Written by, Kent Simpson, Apostolic Prophet
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