One Wednesday evening before church, my husband and I decided to take a bike ride. The next thing I remember I was sitting in our living room, asking where I was and what had happened. Evidently I had asked those two questions quite a few times. My husband told me that I had wrecked my bike, and then he asked, “Honey, why don’t you ask God where you are and what happened?” That immediately resonated with me.
I was reminded of what Mary Baker Eddy says in Science and Health: “Accidents are unknown to God, or immortal Mind, and we must leave the mortal basis of belief and unite with the one Mind . . .” (p. 424).
I asked my husband if he had called a Christian Science practitioner—he said he had, and that I’d already talked with her four times. I recognized that because I was thinking clearly again, no longer confused, the prayerful treatment was having its effect in my clarity of thought. I have relied on Christian Science healing for my entire life, and I knew that trusting God would not be taking a chance; rather, radical reliance on God would be all I needed for healing.
