Our family has had many healings through prayer. Healings of poison ivy, rusty nail punctures, impetigo, burns, blood poisoning symptoms, sore throats, hurt pets, are but a few. With six children, the opportunities to prove God's love and care have come often.
A special blessing to me was the healing a few years ago of my husband's loud snoring. One night I sat propped up in bed enjoying the week's Lesson-Sermon. My husband fell asleep beside me, and stentorian snoring soon filled the room as usual. Concentration became impossible, and I began to feel angry and even abused. I quickly realized that my anger at the awful din should not be directed at my husband, who obviously needed more comfort than he appeared to have. "I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep," sang the Psalmist (Ps. 4:8). And so should we, I reasoned. A phrase popped into my thought about error screaming inarticulately. I immediately looked up the passage. It comes from Science and Health and reads, "It requires courage to utter truth; for the higher Truth lifts her voice, the louder will error scream, until its inarticulate sound is forever silenced in oblivion" (p. 97). I stopped reading and began actively to put this truth into practice. With each loud snore, I insisted on harmony, peace, serenity, and freedom to pursue a deeper understanding of God's word. Obnoxious uproar must cease! The disturbance could be no part of me—or of my husband. Soon the snores began to be interrupted. I persevered with my prayer and the snoring disappeared. I stuck to my guns for the next couple of nights. Ever since then, my husband has slept quietly and breathed gently and normally at night in bed.
As a new mother, I was also fairly new to Christian Science, having picked up two periodicals—a copy of the Christian Science Sentinel and a copy of the Journal—from a rack of free literature in the airport where I worked. From the very day I read them, Christian Science was mine. Around this time, I met my husband, who is not a Christian Scientist. As I became increasingly uncomfortable with medical treatment, examinations, and so on, we reached this agreement: if my husband felt a medical visit was called for, he would take the children. This very seldom happened, and he became comfortable with treatment through prayer. I did consent to have our children born in hospitals, as he felt very strongly about that. Our youngest child was born, after many hours of labor, in a breech position. Although the doctor was apprehensive, I prayed continuously and was unafraid. The birth was smooth, harmonious, and drug-free. The doctor was thrilled and expressed great joy to many people.
