I have benefited often from reading testimonies in the Journal, and am offering my own experience that it may help someone in need.
At the birth of our son, the doctor was positive the baby could not be delivered alive. A practitioner, however, was in close touch with us throughout this experience, and in my dire need, out of the blackness, I remember the words, "God is my Life," as if written in letters of gold. The peace and comfort experienced, and the letting go of all human cares—realizing that God was on the field—meant much to me.
The doctor marveled at the ease with which the baby was delivered, though he still had many misgivings as to his normal growth. It was said that the baby's face was slightly paralyzed, but again the work of the practitioner overcame the trouble in a day or two. Two nights later I was awakened by an infant's piercing scream. I realized it was my own baby, and knowing I could not reach the practitioner till morning, worked as best I knew how. The thought came to me, "One with God is a majority." Immediately the screaming ceased and I fell into a peaceful sleep. The next morning the doctor told me that the baby had had a convulsion during the night and had almost passed on, but had suddenly recovered.
