Testimonies of Healing

I FIRST HEARD ABOUT Christian Science from friends some 18 years ago. For years, we often talked about Christian Science.

ONE EVENING a number of years ago my husband noticed a large lump on one of my breasts as I was putting on my nightgown. This discovery was terrifying, not only because it brought to mind a well-publicized disease, but because I had found that it was always easier to pray about challenges without the added pressure of concerned family.

"PUSH YOURSELF!" Billy Blanks, the exercise guru, shouted from the TV screen. I complied—wishing to get the most out of my Taebo workout.

A LITTLE OVER A YEAR AGO, I began having severe pains in one of my ankles. There didn't seem to be any reason for it—I hadn't fallen or landed hard on this ankle—but at times the pain would come on so strong that I would jump as if someone had stuck me with a needle.

DUE TO AN INFECTION in my kidneys some time ago, I suffered from sores in my mouth and urinated with great difficulty. I called a Christian Science practitioner to pray with me, and as she was speaking I felt something wonderful operating within me.

SOME YEARS AGO, I was in a traffic accident and received serious injuries, including a fractured spinal column and a serious blow to the head. In consequence, I was immobilized with a cast on my chest and back for 30 days.

THIS PAST WINTER, an accumulation of physical problems suddenly became overwhelming. I called a Christian Science practitioner for prayerful support and told him that I felt like Job in the Bible—that everything was crashing down on me, and the only good thing I could say was that I knew that Job had overcome his severe trials through a clearer understanding of his relationship to God.

KNOWING THAT GOD is the invariable divine Principle of all things and maintains my health has given me a firm basis to begin proving this truth in my life. For just one example, one night I woke up feeling totally unsettled.

ONE AFTERNOON AFTER my husband and I had lunch together on our veranda, I tossed a couple of items into our recycle container located on a small landing between two floors. In a blurry instant, I fell from the landing and tumbled down a flight of uncarpeted wooden stairs—with my head leading the way—to the first floor.

ONE MORNING in October of 2005, I was working in our backyard before getting ready to travel to a Parents' Weekend at my son's college. Later that day, during my flight, I began to experience dizziness and headaches, and noticed that one of my feet was quite swollen.