Shortly after the birth of my son, we moved to another state. The second week we were there, the baby woke one night screaming and crying, with a rash over his entire body. As I did not know anyone in town, I looked in the directory of the Journal to find a Christian Science practitioner in the area. Although it was two o'clock in the morning, she lovingly answered this call from a stranger. I told her about my son's condition, and she answered me in such a calm, loving way. She assured me that I didn't have to worry about what to know or what to do, because divine Mind, my loving Father, already knew what to do. The truth is always the truth. At that very moment, my fear left and immediately my son stopped crying. I went in to check on him, and he was sleeping soundly, with no trace of a rash. This was the first immediate healing I witnessed. There were more to come.
When my second son was about six years old, he and some friends were playing in the backyard in a brick pile. After an argument, one of them picked up a brick and struck him very hard on the top of his head. As the kids came rushing in to tell me, I grabbed a towel and ran out to take care of him. I also began praying. The child's mother was visiting also, and felt very strongly that she should take my son to the emergency room. I thanked her for her concern and assured her that he would be fine. After she had left, I continued to pray. My older son ran to play hymns on the stereo, praying for his brother all the way. We sat down on the couch together and listened to a hymn with words from a poem written by Mary Baker Eddy, "Mother's Evening Prayer" (Christian Science Hymnal, No. 207). The first verse says:
O gentle presence, peace and joy
and power;
O Life divine, that owns each
waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the
nestling's faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on
upward wing tonight.
