Testimonies of Healing

Last spring, I was due to fly out on a Friday morning to attend my annual Christian Science students’ association meeting. That Monday, when I got out of bed, my back was out of joint.

As someone who has consistently set high bars for achievement and worked tirelessly to reach certain goals, I’ve been grateful to have found success in various professional, athletic, and personal pursuits. But a sense of accomplishment has often been short-lived and accompanied by a nagging sense of “not quite good enough.

Crystal clear blue skies , snowcapped mountains, and the jingling sound of bells—all so evocative of the Swiss Alps! This was day one of my vacation, and I was delighted to be joining a friend for a few days of walking. Although I enjoy getting out into the countryside, I’m not a serious, experienced, or regular hill-walker.

It all started when my four-year-old daughter developed what is commonly known as impetigo, a skin disease that is medically seen as contagious. When the symptoms appeared, I knew that I could not have her attend kindergarten in this condition, so I kept her home.

We read in the Bible that Jesus healed “all manner of sickness and all manner of disease among the people” ( Matthew 4:23 ). The world accepts the suggestion that men and women are complicated material assemblies subject to random intrusions of hostile elements and internal malfunctions that can cause pain and suffering.

In the Bible God repeatedly tells us that He will deliver us (see Isaiah 46:4 , for example). The Scriptures are reminding us that God is the creator and the great deliverer.

Several years ago, I became aware of a growth on my forehead. I recalled that my mother had had a similar growth in the same place.

I used to wonder what I would feel comfortable doing if something catastrophic happened—where would I turn for help and resolution? I was not raised as a Christian Scientist, and I had been well acquainted with other modalities for treatment at times of crisis. Many years ago, I got an answer to my question.

Years ago I worked as a nanny for a family with a small dog. One Monday afternoon, when I was lifting the dog off a bed, she bit me hard across the bridge of my nose.

I’m so grateful for a healing I had of an internal disorder. Something seemed out of place and uncomfortable in my pelvic area.