Testimonies of Healing
In August of 2002 , while on a camping trip, my husband and I took our children for a hike in the woods of an island that we had reached by ferry boat. We were enjoying the hike, but we soon found ourselves in a boggy section of forest.
When I was expecting our first child, I chose a kind and respectful obstetrician who was happy to work with patients who practiced Christian Science, and I had a harmonious birth experience. By the time our second child was on the way, my husband and I had moved to another city, so I chose a midwife whom a friend recommended.
According to the Bible , health comes from God. In Psalms 42:11 we read, “Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
This passage from Psalms came to me when I reached out to God at a time when I wasn’t sure if I would live: “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord” ( 118:17 ). It was the summer of 2005, and I was losing the ability to grasp objects and experiencing trouble walking.
The author experienced healing as she recognized her identity as the perfect and unchanging daughter of God.
Some years ago , our family decided to purchase an older horse so my husband at the time (not my current husband) could join the children and me on rides. The owner planned to bring him to us on a Saturday, but when Saturday morning came around, he called to let us know that the horse had a serious eye infection.
Early in my teaching career, I decided to take some time off from teaching in order to pursue an MBA degree full time. I enrolled in an excellent program in a different state that would require an 100-mile round trip by car to attend classes that met in the late afternoon until night.
The joy I was experiencing could not be contained! It was springtime, and my husband and I were driving through the countryside. I had enjoyed the area’s scenery before, but now, it was as though I were seeing it for the first time.
Many years ago , I was asked to take on the duties of Second Reader at my Christian Science Society, but for as long as I could remember any activity that required speaking in public had been fraught with anxiety for me. Even as a child, something as simple as talking to a store clerk or responding to a teacher’s question had been difficult.
As I started to rise from a sitting position, I felt an excruciating pain in my lower back and almost collapsed on the floor. Sheer human willpower got me to the bed in my hotel room to lie down.