Testimonies of Healing

Thirty years ago, when my son was a toddler, he was diagnosed with asthma. Over a period of several years, there were repeated hospital stays for him and he was on daily medications.

I would like to share two experiences where angel messages, or ideas from God, have blessed me in moments of need. When I joined the United States Army, I had to pass a physical fitness test before I went off to boot camp.

A few years ago my muscles started feeling stiff and sore, making it painful to lift heavy objects, walk, and climb stairs. I attributed this to my age and active lifestyle.

When I joined my first branch church, I started challenging my thought about the concept of Church. This process included seeing beyond the material building and church services to what Church really represented in the community.

The whole nine months of my pregnancy with our daughter was a happy time. The doctor who’d agreed to deliver our baby, and who knew I was a Christian Scientist, told me, “You do your thing (pray), and I’ll do mine (deliver); but don’t neglect your baby.

I first remember feeling the temptation to drink when I went away to college. The fraternities there aggressively courted me and other freshman with beer drinking parties and contests.

When I first moved to Santa Monica, California, in a very warm July, I came to love the beach for its beauty and sense of expansive freedom.   My young son had gone down to the beach earlier one morning with a friend, and I promised to bring lunch and meet the two boys later.

One day in October 2009,  I was driving down a hill with my daughter, who was in the passenger seat next to me. Suddenly, I had no feeling in my right foot.

Throughout my childhood and into my adult life I suffered terribly from allergies. There were many things in the environment I felt triggered extreme reactions—but probably the most devastating to me was my reaction to cats.

In the spring of 1978 an unsightly skin condition, perhaps eczema, developed on my scalp and eventually led to the development of a scab. At times it became painful and irritating, especially when it was exposed to the warm summer sun, or when I washed my hair.