It was after the Christmas holidays, and I was busy taking down decorations and storing them in the basement. On one trip down the stairs, I felt something shift in my hip, and suddenly I couldn't move one of my legs. I held on to the banister so I wouldn't fall, and declared out loud, "God is my strength" and, "In him we live, and move, and have our being" (Acts 17:28).
Somehow I managed to drag myself down to the bottom of the stairs, repeating these statements, along with the line from Science and Health: "Whatever is your duty to do, you can do without harm to yourself" (p. 385). These truths were encouraging, and gradually I was able to continue with the task of storing the decorations, although I still wasn't walking normally.
When I retired that night, I felt confident that I would be well in the morning. But this was not the case. I could move about only by bracing myself against the wall or holding on to a piece of furniture. At one point during the day, I almost fell. That's when it hit me that I needed to make it a priority to pray about this condition.
