When my son, Chris, was about ten years old, his favorite uncle asked him to be in his wedding ceremony as a candle boy. He was very excited about this and happily accepted the invitation. A few days before the wedding, Chris started experiencing some alarming physical difficulties, which included labored breathing. When he first came to me with this, I remember becoming very fearful, and a kind of dread rushed through me. I didn't want to frighten him, so I reassured him that God was with him and that everything would be all right.
In my study of Christian Science I had been learning that healing of any difficulty is possible to God. I felt sure of this, and whenever my children became ill, I would start praying. But if I didn't see any physical relief right away, I would doubt what I was learning about God and would end up taking them to a physician. Afterward I would suffer from feelings of failure.
It looked as if the same thing would happen this time. I began praying for Chris as best I could, trying to cling to some truth that might be of help. But when morning came, he was no better, and I took him to a physician.
