When our first son was born, the doctor kindly told me to hold on to the side of the bed and grip it when the pain got difficult. But the birth took place so quickly that I never even gripped the bed. Afterward the doctor commented that I hadn't been afraid. And I wasn't, because of my trust in God.
Like the Hebrew
men in the fire, not
a hair of our heads
was harmed.
On one occasion a daughter was going on a school outing, and I felt inexplicably worried. I rang a Christian Science practitioner, who agreed to pray. When our daughter came home, she said the brakes of the coach had completely failed when they were going down a hill, but a slow vehicle in front of them had slowed them enough to stay safely on the road. This was another case of God's care.
