Testimonies of Healing
It was early in the morning when my son came into my bedroom crying. He said that he had a bad earache.
About five years ago, while engrossed in conversation with a friend and my husband, I fell over a piece of decorative marble in a public park. A small group of concerned people gathered around me.
On March 11 of this year, I was on my way home from the grocery store. I reached our apartment on the top floor and was just about to put the key in the lock, when I heard loud shouting coming from the floor below.
FOUR YEARS AGO, a dear friend wanted to do something special for my daughter and me. She arranged for the three of us to get a pedicure.
While on a trip with friends a few years ago, I took a nap in the car, and when I woke up, I had trouble becoming fully alert. Everything had a sluggish, almost dreamy feeling.
Some time ago, I learned an important lesson about prayer—the importance of being willing to listen to what God is saying and then follow through with putting His guidance into practice. I was having difficulty walking—there was a lot of swelling and discomfort in one of my legs, making it challenging to accomplish my regular responsibilities as a wife and mother of two active young boys.
Although for many years my needs have been met without the use of medicine through Christian Science prayer alone, I always felt the need for novocaine or a similar anesthetic whenever I had a cavity drilled by a dentist. About six years ago, however, after making a dental appointment, a sense of protest and indignation—which I hadn’t felt before—welled up in me.
Traveling from a school located at sea level, I struggled a lot once I arrived at the Christian Science camp for children where I would be working for the summer, which had an elevation level of 9,000 feet. It seemed I had a lot of trouble acclimating, and it became difficult to run and even sometimes walk uphill between camps.
While babysitting for my two wonderful granddaughters last summer, about midafternoon I found myself sitting on the floor breathing with great difficulty. I told the three-year-old and the five-year-old that I couldn’t continue playing Candyland.
About eight years ago, during a tennis coaching session, a ball hit the end of the ring finger of my left hand, injuring it so that the end joint hung loosely in a bent position. As soon as this happened, I didn’t look at the finger and aligned my thought as well as I could with the spiritual fact of God’s ever presence and the impossibility of an accident occurring where everything is governed by divine Principle.