Testimonies of Healing

Life at my workplace had become increasingly challenging. As manager, I oversaw a team that coordinated a project for a major corporation, and I started to feel overwhelmed by its demands and deadlines.

A few years ago I began having difficulty with incontinence. At the same time, I was going through a rather difficult period winding down the affairs of a prior business, which included protracted litigation.

This author prayed to better understand the idea of peace, as a quality of God, in preparation for the birth of her child.

When my new husband’s friend invited us to join him and his partner for a 12-day trip on their sailboat, I thought, “What an adventure!” But I was a bit apprehensive, too. I didn’t know either of our hosts, with whom we would be residing nonstop during the trip, and I am not a good swimmer.

For years I suffered from constipation, bloody stools, and hemorrhoids. I prayed to be healed of these painful conditions, and at times I also received treatment from a Christian Science practitioner.

Christ Jesus’ words, “And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” ( John 8:32 ), continue to deepen in meaning for me. My mare had a beautiful filly in the summer of 2008.

I would like to express my sincere gratitude for Christian Science and the practical healing that results when we rely on God’s divine law to meet our needs.   For the birth of our second child, my husband and I wanted an at-home delivery.

One summer morning I picked up my seven-year-old granddaughter to go to breakfast and then do some school shopping. On our way into the restaurant, she mentioned she’d had a “scratchy throat” the night before, and during breakfast she had trouble staying warm.

About two years ago I had a bad fall while walking in my garden at home. I was wearing thick winter socks, so I did not at first see the injury, but it felt as though there were broken bones in one foot, and the pain was severe.

One cold winter evening, in my sophomore year of college, I received a phone call from my mother. A fire had destroyed the second floor of our home, my parents were getting a divorce, and my father had lost his job.