Recently a practitioner asked me, "Have you submitted a testimony for the periodicals?" That alerted me to a responsibility in this regard, and I thought I would share a healing I had some time ago.
At the time, my mother was living on the West Coast, and I on the East Coast. She was very ill, and one morning my brother called to say he didn't think she would live much longer. I had been cleaning my bathroom, and as I walked back from the phone I felt guilty that I was not able to be there to help. Then, when I climbed on the edge of the bathtub to scrub the tile, I fell backward and hit the edge of the commode.
Immediately I declared that there are no accidents in divine Mind. This thought comes from a statement in Science and Health: "Under divine Providence there can be no accidents, since there is no room for imperfection in perfection" (p. 424). So I dismissed any thought about the accident from my mind. But as the day progressed, I was in pain. Then I called a practitioner to help me pray and be healed.
