"He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken" (Ps. 34:20). That God's promises are always kept if we do our part and turn trustfully to Him, I am continually proving.
Following an injury to my wrist it was obvious that it was either dislocated or fractured. Affirming my unity with God, in whom there is no pain, I put my hand into a normal position and telephoned a Christian Science practitioner for help. How grateful I was for her calm, loving assurance that I could never be outside the arms of divine Love, and that therefore I was in reality perfectly intact.
This word intact appeared to be what I needed to study, and I immediately looked up all the references to it in Mrs. Eddy's writings. I found this statement in "Miscellaneous Writings" (p. 173): "The perfection of man is intact." During the next few days this statement of truth was almost constantly with me.