A few years ago I accepted Christian Science as the only hope for health. I had been doctoring for nearly two years previous to this and had lost ground continually until I became so ill that my husband and I came home to stay with my mother. One morning after my husband had gone to work my mother said, "There's going to be something done; I'll not give up!" I replied, "Anything, but don't you dare bring another doctor into this house to discourage me." When she came back, she brought a Christian Science practitioner. The practitioner talked to me a little while, gave me a treatment, and asked me to come to her house the next day. Her house was nearly four miles away, but I went, and walked almost half the way. In one week I was washing again, just to prove that I could do all my own housework, which I have been doing since that time. I know that it is God who healed me and that He is the source of my being.
Proofs, demonstrations—financial, physical, and mental—are too numerous to mention. Doctors had said that for me to give birth to a baby would be fatal. I wish everyone could see our baby boy. During the influenza epidemic the unreality of disease was proved. All our family was afflicted, and I lay in a state of coma for nearly ten days as a result of this malady, Just two weeks from the day I took to my bed I was doing my housework and caring for my three-months-old baby. The right understanding of God has been such a help to me in every way, even in the dentist's chair, that I find it impossible to tell all or to express gratitude for proofs of the heeding efficacy of Christian Science. I am very grateful for the literature.— Terre Haute, Indiana.
