With the deepest gratitude I write this testimony of the help Christian Science has been to me and to my little ones. It is the only remedy ever used with my four children, and the older ones are now learning to know the truth for themselves. When my son was quite a little fellow he plunged his foot into a bowl of scalding water. For a few minutes the pain was so severe that he trembled all over and screamed, but I carried him to my room, and sitting down with him in my lap began to repeat the "scientific statement of being" (Science and Health, p. 468). In a few minutes he stopped crying and began to laugh. Presently he went to sleep, and when he awoke the burn was entirely forgotten, although the foot was still slightly red.
Recently our little girl, four years of age, had an attack of throat trouble which had been going around among the children in the neighborhood. One Saturday morning she awoke crying, and said her throat hurt; but she felt better after a while and played out all the afternoon. Sunday morning, however, she seemed much worse. She was feverish, and her throat was in such a condition that she could not eat. We had company to dinner that day, so that I could not read the Lesson-sermon, as was my habit, but I tried to hold to the truth of being while getting dinner. As the day wore on and the child would not eat or play, it was hard not to be troubled.
After dinner our friends and my husband took a long walk, and I felt thankful to have a quiet afternoon to read and study. As I went over the Lesson-Sermon all fear left me, and I felt sure the little one was all right. So she was, for presently she awoke from a short nap and asked for something to eat. When her father and our friends returned she was putting on her shoes to go out of doors, and the next day she was quite herself again. About two weeks later her older sister came in crying one day with the same trouble. When reminded that God never makes His children suffer, she stopped crying at once, and after a while asked me to sing our Leader's hymn, "Shepherd, show me how to go" (Hymnal, p. 238). I sat down and sang it through for her, and later heard her singing it. The next day she was out of doors, and in two days was quite well.
