Testimonies of Healing

While he was hiking the Appalachian Trail, this author experienced extreme pain. When he understood more about the limitlessness of God, he was healed.

When an energetic young boy unexpectedly karate-chopped my hand, it hurt. But I didn’t give it a whole lot of thought, much less prayer.

As a college student in the early 1960s, I had the opportunity to take a tour of Western Europe and the Soviet Union. During our second week in Russia, I became ill with a severe case of diarrhea.

At the beginning of the pandemic, I wanted to take on a deeper metaphysical study that would help me pray for the world. I began my prayer with listening for God to guide me to whatever I needed to know and to sources where I would find inspiration.

Every year my husband’s family participates in a 5K race (3. 1 miles) in our city.

One evening over a year ago, I walked to my car at night after visiting friends. In the darkened area where I parked, I tripped over a parking block, which caused me to stumble forward and fall forcefully into the fender of my car.

One night last year while I was working at a Christian Science nursing facility, my stomach began to hurt. When the pain got worse, I knew I needed to diligently turn to God in prayer or I wouldn’t be able to perform the duties assigned to me.

One day years ago I became unconscious and was taken to a hospital. The medical staff told my family that severe blood poisoning was the problem and that I would most certainly be dead within 24 hours, as they had no way to save me.

About six years ago I was bitten on my legs by three dogs. It was summer, and I’d been wearing shorts.

This author was healed when he realized that suffering isn’t ever an effect of doing good work. He stuck to what he knew about himself as God’s expression—God as good, divine Love.