"YOU'RE NEVER SICK!" my mother-in-law exclaimed. I felt a twinge of pride and inner glow of gratitude. She knows of my dependence on God for my well-being. Prayer-based healing through the study and practice of Christian Science has proved to be a practical way of life for me.
My pride and inner glow, however, quickly faded. Not long after my mother-in-law made that comment, I woke one morning feverish, aching, unable to get out of bed, and puzzled by this condition. After all, I'm never sick. But even more puzzling to me was that I felt unable to quietly commune with God in prayer.
That morning, I felt like a million things were swirling around me, including the commotion from the construction of our new sunroom—people coming in and out, the phone ringing, and piles of things on my to-do list. During the day, I'd drag myself out of bed to do what had to be done, and then collapse back into its comfort. My prayer and study aids, the Bible and Science and Health, became tossed around on my bed because of my sleepless discomfort.
