Nothing short of a song of joy can begin to express my thankfulness for the benefits received through the study of Christian Science. I feel that they are inestimable. The greatest thing, the most wonderful thing to me is the knowledge that Love is guiding each of us now, and the now is always. Words do not seem adequate to express this; but I am so glad to know that even though there sometimes appear to be clouds before me, Love is guiding. I am learning to hold to this even though circumstances seem inexplicable and the fogs dense—and, lo, the fogs all vanish and circumstances change in the most sweetly natural manner, and the error, truly, has never been.
I have had many physical healings. Chronic bowel troubles, frequent attacks of tonsillitis, severe headaches, burns, and other ailments have been overcome. Several years ago, during my earlier experience in Christian Science, my small son was bitten by a dog in the fleshy part of the hand where the thumb joins. While my faith was strong enough so that I was not cognizant of fear, but thought all would be well, my attention was very much taken up with other matters and my mental condition anything but harmonious, because of problems which presented themselves at this time. After about six days I awoke to the fact that the little hand had not healed but was suddenly getting worse. We were then at the home of a friend, and my son had been playing with a boy next door who had only one arm. This was the mental picture I had to fight. The forearm as well as the hand now appeared affected, and the child's suffering increased. In a panic of fear I endeavored to call the practitioner who had lovingly helped me at previous times, but was informed she was out of the office for some days. As I stood at the telephone I felt helpless and hopeless,— trouble seemed so thick,—but the thought came to me that God was with me, and this was the time to prove whether or not I could depend upon God through my own understanding.
I prayed as best I knew how that day, but at evening there appeared little, if any, improvement, except that I had gained courage in spite of appearances. I put the child to bed, and after a time he went to sleep and did not waken until morning. I read and prayed until about midnight, gradually reaching such a peace and spiritual vision as I had never found before. I finally retired, knowing there was nothing to fear, and happy in the knowledge of the one power, divine Love. The morning fulfilled the night's promise. The little hand and arm were entirely normal, except for a small scab, and the suffering was gone. The joy of this demonstration has returned to me many times, giving me added strength to meet some phase of error. Since then I have had innumerable proofs of divine Love's guidance, and only wish I might say to all the world that Christian Science does heal.
