Testimonies of Healing

Early one morning a few years ago I was taking a shower when I suddenly felt myself starting to black out. I quickly called to my husband, who immediately came to my side.

About eight years ago, I was in charge of conducting my college’s Christian Science Organization (CSO) meetings. I lived quite far from campus, and so I needed to leave home early in order to have time to find a taxi and arrive at the meeting before everyone else.

Many people have found that prayer not only brings healing in the sense of comfort and peace in the midst of suffering, but it also brings cure. But what happens if we pray, and it doesn’t seem to be working? A number of years ago, I was facing a very challenging relationship problem.

During my childhood, I attended a Christian Science Sunday School, but I stopped studying Christian Science and going to church after I married. Years later, I returned to studying this Science and visiting my local Christian Science Reading Room, but didn’t attend church services.

One evening, while working by myself, I hurriedly installed a heavy steel chute into the recovery circuit at our sapphire mine in Montana. I knew I should take a moment to gather some wood blocks to support the chute in position while I welded it in place.

During my daughter’s Christmas break in December 2012, my husband and I decided it would be fun to take her and our four-year-old grandson to the Los Angeles Zoo for a special outing. We enjoyed a glorious day seeing the animals.

I had recently gone through a divorce and moved into a rented home. Loneliness and fear were constant companions.

After playing tennis one day last year, I woke up that night with a painful knee. In the morning, I couldn’t walk and needed crutches to hobble around.

Over 20 years ago, I thought my prayers and the prayers of the practitioner who was helping me had failed to heal me when I had to be hospitalized after I had fallen while on holiday.   Often over the years I have thought about this and wondered why this happened, when so much else in my life has been healed through prayer based on the teachings of Christian Science.

What started out as a sweet evening roasting marshmallows with three of my grandchildren ended in a healing that deepened my relationship with God and opened my thought to a clearer understanding of my instant access to God’s healing power. Stoking the fire, we were excited to christen our new fire pit by first filling it with paper and small sticks from fallen branches and then lighting the paper.