Christian Science has been a blessing to me for more than forty years. During this time there have been many proofs of the power of Truth in healing physical and mental distress of all sorts, in the reformation of character, in the restoration of lost articles, and in the demonstration of supply. Not a day goes by without some proof of the practicality of Science in demonstrating man's dominion over the claims of material existence. With sincere gratitude and humility I relate a few of the healings that are precious to me.
The first occurred some thirty years ago, and the healing has been permanent. I was suffering from what had been diagnosed previously as quinsy. (I was not practicing Christian Science at that time, and my husband had insisted that I see a doctor, who prescribed medication and rest. The doctor had considered the condition quite grave and had made dire predictions about what would happen if I ever had another such attack.) This time, however, I was determined to work out the problem in Christian Science; and because it seemed important to me to understand my way out of the illness by myself, I had not called upon a Christian Science practitioner for help. For several days I dug earnestly into the books (the Bible, and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy), burrowing into the Concordances and reading everything— both in the books and in the Christian Science periodicals—that I could get my hands on. I was determined to find just the right truth. But I was not any better.
Now, this was the year that my older daughter had started to school, leaving her little sister more on her own than before. This younger daughter spent much time with her friends in the neighborhood; and when they had their naps after lunch, she and I had a story hour. One day I happened to glance out the window just as my daughter was coming slowly up the front walk, dragging her feet and looking gloomy. Suddenly I realized that I had been so busy "looking for my healing" that we had not had her story hour for several days! Filled with compassion, I met her at the door, asking if she would like me to read her a story. Joyously she ran and got her favorite book.
