I have had many healings in Christian Science, physical, financial, and mental, and have been led, step by step, through a problem which threatened to wreck my life, and for which there was no earthly solution; but thanks to Christian Science and to a most loving practitioner, who helped me to see the unreality of it, the experience turned out to be one of the greatest blessings that have ever come to me.
The healing that stands out particularly at this time is one that took place about three years ago. I was taken suddenly ill one night with excruciating pain in my right shoulder and arm. I believe it would have been called inflammatory rheumatism. I worked all night, but was unable to overcome it for myself, so called a practitioner. It was twenty-four hours before the pain was overcome and I could lie down and get some much needed rest. When I awoke, I found that I had lost the use of my arm and hand; they were drawn into such a position that I could not put my clothes on without help, and then could do so only with a great deal of difficulty. So I stayed on the bed most of the time. I spent three weeks like this, but I found it to be a growing time for which I shall never cease to be grateful, for I literally poured "in truth through flood-tides of Love," as our Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, tells us to do on page 201 of our textbook, ''Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures." As my husband and children had to be away during the day, I was literally alone with God all day; but I seemed to feel His presence as I never had before, and gained a much clearer understanding of Him and His allness and of this wonderful truth as taught in Christian Science. I felt I was on holy ground, and I waited with joy to "see the salvation of the Lord," for I never for one instant doubted that I should regain the use of my hand and arm.
One afternoon, as I lay there, I was distressed because my husband and daughter were forced to do my work as well as their own, and I prayed that I might be able, just for that night, to go downstairs and have their dinner waiting for them. They had been very patient and kind, but I knew they would be relieved to find their dinner prepared and a cheerful house waiting for them. As I reasoned this way the thought came to me: Well, what is it that says I cannot? My arm cannot talk, matter cannot talk; it does not know anything about being inactive; in fact, there has never been any activity in matter to lose; activity is in Mind and not in my arm, and I reflect the divine activity. God never made an inactive idea, so this whole thing is a bad dream—an illusion of mortal mind, a lie about God's spiritual idea. I did not realize that as I had expressed the truth to myself I had gotten up and dressed myself; and when I did become conscious of my healing I was downstairs rolling out biscuits with my right hand. Needless to say, I was so grateful and happy I could not find words to express my joy.
