Testimonies of Healing

My teenage daughter, Ella, and I had just headed out to go skiing together. But she quickly spotted a friend on the slopes, skied ahead to meet him, and then they were off! I tried to keep up, but she and her friend got on the chairlift ahead of me.

One autumn day two years ago I was rushing to clear the gutters of our house of leaves before the sun went down and a rain storm started. I was almost finished when I turned to climb down the ladder and found myself sitting on the cold ground and hearing someone say aloud, “I am God’s child.

One Sunday morning before church I found myself wondering, “Why are you hurrying?” My answer surprised me: “Because I can’t wait to see the eyes of the ushers!” The Sunday before, I had gone back to a Christian Science church for the first time in several years and was greeted by the ushers. Their eyes were so filled with Christly love as I entered the church that I knew I’d returned home.

One afternoon this past winter, I was working at my office and started feeling slightly ill. It was a busy day and I didn’t have much time to think about it, so I plugged along for the remainder of the day.

I would like to express gratitude for a healing that occurred a few months ago. I was moving some items and dropped a heavy vacuum cleaner on one of my bare feet.

During my late teens and into my 20s, I often suffered from excruciating headaches. At the time I did not know they were called “migraine” headaches, but I could not function normally when they happened.

I had a significant healing while I was serving as a military chaplain. For all personnel serving in the United States armed services, periodic physical examinations are required.

As I pray each day with the consciousness of our protection and complete safety from every ill, Mary Baker Eddy’s phrase “be it ever so severe” feels prominent in my affection for mankind. In its entirety it reads: “Remember, thou canst be brought into no condition, be it ever so severe, where Love has not been before thee and where its tender lesson is not awaiting thee.

When God spoke to this author, he started to think about God, and himself, differently. His life began to change for the better.

A few years ago, within a very short time, my mother passed on in the United States, I packed up and emptied her home to sell it, flew back to Brazil, packed up my own home of 15 years, moved to a new home, started a demanding new job in a city I wasn’t familiar with, and tried to unpack and help my family adjust to our new home and environs. Despite cheerfully performing all the tasks, I often felt overwhelmed, tired, and sad about my mother’s passing.