Recently, in need of comfort, I started to list healings I'd had through prayer. When I got to thirty-five in a few minutes, I found myself wondering why I had never submitted a written testimony!
At the age of two, I was healed of typhoid. (This healing is included in my mother's testimony in the March 1930Journal). One day when I was three, my mother was in bed with a severe sick headache. I offered to pray for her and spent a few minutes quietly, then went off to play. My mother almost immediately found she was all right. When she asked me how I had prayed, I told her I got quiet and listened to God, and all at once I thought that for her to have a headache, God would have to have a headache; and I laughed because I knew that just couldn't happen. God is perfect! So man, His likeness, must be perfect, too.
One day when I was twelve, I fell in the school playground and badly grazed both knees. The school nurse bandaged me. When I got home from school, my mother prayed for me as she had learned to do in Christian Science. The next day when I was sent back to the nurse for the dressings to be changed, she was amazed to find that my knees were already well on the way to being completely healed, which they were soon after.
