I First Found Christian Science, or it found me, through a copy of the Journal. My heart lifted as I read the articles. And when I read the testimonies of healing, I felt quite sure that if I needed healing, I could have it then and there— right away, no questions asked! But I did not need healing, I thought, as I was not ill, nor was my baby. Then I remembered my smoking. How I longed to be free of that. I had tried several times to give it up, but had fallen back to it. Sadly I thought, "Not even God can heal that—I am too addicted."
The following evening while waiting for my husband to come home from work, I took a cigarette from the pack and would have put it in my mouth, but found I couldn't. An invisible hand gently stopped the cigarette from coming any closer, and a voice said, "You do not need that now. You have found God." In shock I turned around, thinking it was my husband speaking. But even as I turned I knew that he would never say something like that to me. Then I thought I must have imagined it, but when I tried again, the cigarette still could not get near my mouth. Then I realized that God had healed me of smoking! The dear Father, Love, had granted my dearest desire, and I was free! I happily whispered "Thank you, Father." What joy! God was here all the time, and I had never realised it. That was seventeen years ago. The healing is permanent.
God had healed me
of smoking!
