FOR fifteen years I have not. taken any medicine, but have depended upon divine power for my healing. For the same length of time God has been trusted with my happiness, and this is the only period of my life in which I have been well and contented.
From early childhood I was considered extremely delicate and nervous. At the age of eighteen I began teaching, but was soon obliged to resign a very desirable position on account of failing health. This disappointment added to my burden of unhappiness, and I grew more nervous and fearful. Headaches, stomach and spinal troubles, partial blindness, and other disabilities followed this mental state.
While in this distressing condition, one who was very dear to me passed out of my life, and I cried out to God to pass me over the space of ten years in a night. I then believed that time alone could heal sorrow and that death was the only conqueror of suffering. Grief, fear, and pain had made me a confirmed invalid and a miserable skeptic. That there was a God, a creator of man and the universe, I never doubted;but the proof that there was a heavenly Father who answered the prayers of His children, was lacking in my case, for I had prayed unavailingly for years, until I was convinced of the folly of praying to deaf ears or to a God who saw fit not to answer. When able to go, I attended a church with my family, but the bread and wine of the sacrament failed to heal my heart hunger, and the sermons and prayers did not ease my physical sufferings, so I turned away and was classed by sorrowing friends with unbelievers and infidels.
