I woke up recently thinking about all the healings I have experienced. After writing them down, I realized they all had a connection with church. Here are three.
When I was twelve, I injured my pinky toe while running through the house. My toe was swollen and very painful, but I got in the car and went off to school anyway. As we drove, my mom prayed with me. We talked about how God never lets us down, even for the instant during which the injury seemed to happen. By the time I got out of the car about thirty minutes later, all the pain had stopped. The swelling, however, had not gone down.
Over the next few weeks the toe remained misshapen and swollen, but I was able to do all my normal activities. My mom and I always read a section of the Bible Lesson from the Christian Science Quarterly before school, and we continued to pray about my toe. I was able to go to ballet class four times a week, wearing larger ballet slippers. I had a recital coming up, though, and I wanted to wear my pointe shoes as I had been used to doing. My shoe wouldn’t go on that foot.
