Testimonies of Healing

Some time ago, I learned an important lesson about prayer—the importance of being willing to listen to what God is saying and then follow through with putting His guidance into practice.   I was having difficulty walking—there was a lot of swelling and discomfort in one of my legs, making it challenging to accomplish my regular responsibilities as a wife and mother of two active young boys.

Although for many years my needs have been met without the use of medicine through Christian Science prayer alone, I always felt the need for novocaine or a similar anesthetic whenever I had a cavity drilled by a dentist.   About six years ago, however, after making a dental appointment, a sense of protest and indignation—which I hadn’t felt before—welled up in me.

Traveling from a school located at sea level, I struggled a lot once I arrived at the Christian Science camp for children where I would be working for the summer, which had an elevation level of 9,000 feet. It seemed I had a lot of trouble acclimating, and it became difficult to run and even sometimes walk uphill between camps.

While babysitting for my two wonderful granddaughters last summer, about midafternoon I found myself sitting on the floor breathing with great difficulty.   I told the three-year-old and the five-year-old that I couldn’t continue playing Candyland.

About eight years ago, during a tennis coaching session, a ball hit the end of the ring finger of my left hand, injuring it so that the end joint hung loosely in a bent position.   As soon as this happened, I didn’t look at the finger and aligned my thought as well as I could with the spiritual fact of God’s ever presence and the impossibility of an accident occurring where everything is governed by divine Principle.

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.