It had been a pretty unsettling couple of weeks, to say the least. It was obvious to me that I had symptoms associated with breast cancer. I did not go for a medical diagnosis, because I've always found that turning to God in prayer has brought healing, even in the most threatening situations. Now, immobilized by tremendous fear, I prayed first for the calm simply to pray.
Again it came. "Why don't you get down on your knees and pray?"
One afternoon, I was sitting in my study, where I often spend time praying. I was reading from Miscellaneous Writings by Mary Baker Eddy. My eyes were following the words—and they were good, reassuring, even healing, words—but I was preoccupied with a constant, nagging dread. Then something very soft and urgent tugged at my thought. It was like a faint whisper: "Why don't you get down on your knees and pray?"
