Testimonies of Healing

When my mother passed away I felt barren except for the tears that filled my heart. Not my mother—she was so good! Raw emotion took over at first.

WHEN I WAS DIAGNOSED with a hernia, the physician said surgery was necessary to avoid complications that could arise if treatment were delayed. In spite of his predictions and the fact that I was still new to the practice of Christian Science, I felt strongly that I wanted to rely on this Science for healing.

A spot appeared on my nose, and began to change and get quite ugly. When I realized that it wasn't going away, I started to pray — really striving to understand more clearly that I was created by God, that He loves me and knows me, and certainly doesn't know me as anything but a completely pure idea.

I was waxing the car when I cut my hand on the bottom of the license plate. Although it was a long, deep cut, my first thought was not of fear but that God was with me and would care for me.

While I was at work, my jaw suddenly locked in a very uncomfortable position. I couldn't speak, so I e-mailed a co-worker and asked him to call a Christian Science practitioner and explain the situation.

IT WAS THE MORNING BEFORE an important meeting, which I'd traveled a long way to attend. As I stepped out of the tub in the hotel bathroom, my foot slipped and I fell against the toilet and onto the floor.

When our family vacation plans didn't work out, my wife suggested that I use the money we'd set aside for the trip to attend a baseball camp for adults. I'd been to the camp before and had had a lot of fun.

For many months I had a recurring condition in which I sneezed often, my eyes watered, and people at my workplace would remark, "She has another cold. " The thought that this might be an allergy occurred to me, and I continued to pray about the condition.

I had just spent a week alone in the woods of rural Washington. I had been in need of some peaceful time because of an uncertain career transition I was facing.

IT WAS A HOT AFTERNOON, and my fourteen-year-old son, Andrew, and I were outside doing yard work. Andrew was mowing the lawn while I pulled weeds.