Late one night, my two-year-old son fell from bed, catching his arm between the bed frame and mattress. When I reached him, I saw that his wrist was bent at an odd angle. I tried to comfort him, but he was unable to quiet down. I'd just completed a class covering the basics of Christian Science healing, so I called my teacher for help.
She agreed to pray with me for my son.
I took him back to bed with me and sang hymns to him. This calmed both of us enough so that we could sleep for a few hours. When morning came, he was still unable to move the arm without pain. My mother stopped by at my request, and her confidence in God's presence with us and love for us were a supportive influence.
