Testimonies of Healing

When I was in extreme pain last year and could barely walk, I decided I should go to a Christian Science nursing facility. At the time, I thought I had a pretty complete picture of how everything worked at the nursing facility and what would happen when I was a patient.

One afternoon during the final days of my senior year of college, I became overwhelmed by a sense of responsibility for my success (or failure) on my last exam and for all that was to come after graduation. I knew through my increased study of Christian Science that turning to God was the only way I could find true peace.

While struggling with many issues in her life, this author turned wholeheartedly to prayer to find peace.

I have long appreciated the Christian Science nursing profession, but a recent conversation with a social worker in my state led me to more deeply cherish its healing mission and allowed me to clear up some common misconceptions she had about this profession. It also brought to mind my first encounter with Christian Science nursing many years ago.

As far back as I can remember, I was in search of a better understanding of God. I was introduced to Christian Science as a young adult, and for a while I attended a Presbyterian church on Sundays and a branch Church of Christ, Scientist, on Wednesdays.

This author stopped trying to find the cause for the pain she was experiencing, and instead better understood God as the sole cause.

It is with immense gratitude to God that I write this testimony that proved to me, once again, that God is the only lawmaker and the only power. Some years ago, while I was pregnant with our second child, my husband and I chose to deliver the baby at a hospital.

With all the talk on the news recently about contagion, I was reminded of a beautiful healing our family witnessed in our home many years ago when I was operating a licensed group child day care for 12 children.   One morning very early, one of my grade school daughters came down and showed me that she had spots all over her body and said her throat was sore.

I was at a small museum when I became nauseated and short of breath and felt pain in my chest area. I might have had a sense of urgency if I had accepted my condition as life-threatening, but I knew I could quietly consider what the ever-presence of a loving Father-Mother God meant for me and that this would bring healing.

In high school, I was an accomplished competitive swimmer, a pompom girl, and a good student. From the outside it appeared I had it all: success and popularity, and I seemed comfortable in my own skin.