Testimonies of Healing

Shortly after moving crosscountry and starting a new job, I noticed a growth on my leg. My husband noticed it, too, and said it would have to be removed surgically.

I'd been summoned for jury duty. While I was happy to fulfill this civic obligation, I felt it was important to pray before going to the courthouse.

On the last night of a cross-country road trip, I stopped to visit a cousin in Phoenix, Arizona. I'd become a little congested during the trip, and, sometime after dinner, my ears began to hurt.

I've spent a lifetime in love with the mountains of Colorado. I love to walk for miles in the ponderosa forests, listening to the wind in the trees while the clouds above dance in the sky.

I was up late one night working, when I heard my 18-month-old daughter, Lindsey, crying. I went to her crib and found her awake—uncomfortable, unhappy, and feverish.

As a soldier in the 86th division of the US Army during World War II, it wasn't unusual for me to walk from five to 25 miles a day with a rifle and full field pack. Normally this would have been rigorous, but not unmanageable.

A couple of years ago , I was confined to bed for two days because of severe pain in my back. As I was lying there thinking deeply about God, I was surprised to find that I wasn't feeling stressed.

A friend of mine had a broken windowpane, and I offered to help fix it. Since I'd have to remove broken glass from the frame, I felt I should take my heavy-duty work gloves along.

I live in Honolulu, Hawaii. Three years ago when my wife and I were on a six-day trip to a resort on another Hawaiian island, I took some difficult work with me.

Our Family Has Lived all over the United States—East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, North, and South. Though I can't say I've ever gotten used to moving, I've always approached these transitions with a spirit of adventure and with the reassurance to our children that there is good to be found everywhere.