To-day, the first day of April, 1897, is the fifth anniversary of my first treatment in Christian Science.
For fifteen years, I had been regarded as an invalid, and finally was pronounced by my physicians beyond all human help. Almost every curative agent known to the medical profession had been used in my behalf. The last year of my illness the physicians had desired an operation, which was denied them. How often I had prayed for relief, or that I might die rather than suffer as I did. My husband was calling on God to send something so that I might be spared to him. Our prayer was heard, for just then a friend suggested to my husband that, as a last resort, he should try Christian Science. He replied, "My God! what is it?" and in two hours one of these messengers of Truth sat by my bed.
The immediate relief which came to me through her first treatment brought hope and courage. On the third day, I desired to be placed in an easy chair. I tried for a moment to stand alone, but found it impossible. After being arranged comfortably in a chair, I called for a little tract which my healer had brought me in the morning, asking me to read it when I felt able. Never shall I forget the change which came over me on reading these words: "God is Love." "You are an offspring of God. In Him you live, move, and have your being. He is your Life, Health, and Strength."
