I teach that there won’t be little bitty babies like that in heaven. We’ll all be one age and one size, immortal. You have to always be that way. We’ll just be…There’ll be no real old people and no real little bitty babies; we’ll be just one age, the youth forever. And she said, “Don’t you remember your teaching of immortality?” I said, “You’re not Sharon?” She said, “Yes, daddy.” I said, “Well, Sharon, honey, I don’t understand.” She said, “Where’s Billy Paul?” That’s her little brother, the one that’s here. I said, “Well, I left him just a while ago. But I don’t understand.” She said, “Daddy, mother’s waiting for you up home.” I said, “Home?” I said, “Honey, I never had a home. Branhams are vagabonds like.” I said, “I never had a home.” She said, “But dad, you got a home up here.” She said, “Turn, look this a way.” I looked back there and I seen the glory of God coming up. And I seen a great big pretty mansion there. She said, “That’s your home, daddy.” Said, “Mother’s waiting for you.” She said, “You go on. Mother wants to see you. I want to wait here for Billy.”

Life Story, 1951-04-15, Phoenix, AZ, §112