I couldn't get that poor old opossum off my mind. I thought, "God, I ought to go in, and get a gun, and kill that opossum, but I can't do it. What's the matter, Lord?" I walked up-and- down the floor. Daylight come, old opossum laying there. I went back, thought, "O God, there she is, that hot sun, laying right at my step." Started walking back through the floor. The blessed Holy Spirit stopped me, said, "You called her a lady. You took up for her, for being a real mother.