I owe my life to Christian Science. A bit over a year ago I was forced to take time off from work, as a growth that had been on my abdomen for years had grown to the point where I could not comfortably walk, and walking was a large part of my job. I had been praying off and on for a couple of decades to know that this lump on my body was not the truth about me, was not God’s creation, but now it was time to drop everything and concentrate solely on this healing.
First I had to handle fear. The first major step was to decide that I was going to rely completely on Christian Science. And what really helped, too, was what the Christian Science practitioner I called for treatment shared with me.
In essence, she said that God was my Shepherd and was taking care of me. I felt that love from our Father-Mother Love, which gave me the confidence that this could be healed—contrary to the fears that mortal mind tried to feed me.
