When my daughter was about four years old, she caught one of her fingers in a small folding chair, severing it at the top joint. In a state of fear and shock, I immediately got in touch with a Christian Science practitioner, who allayed my fears with spiritual assurances full of love. I felt God's care right away, and was especially grateful that the little one showed no discomfort whatsoever. The practitioner said she would take the case.
At one point I started weeping while attending to bandaging the finger, but she said, "Don't cry, Mommy, God will make it better!"
After four or five days in which we were praying consistently, I took her to the home of the practitioner. When at one point the bandage was removed, she turned to me with a smile and asked, "My dear, can't you see?" To my amazement and joy, a small fingertip with a perfect little nail had started forming and growing. This growth continued until the finger was exactly the same as it had been.
