Sitting stiffly on the edge of my couch, I was praying to find relief from intense internal pain. But as the night progressed, the problem worsened. Around 1:00 a.m. I called my dad and asked him to pick me up and drive me to the emergency room.
He arrived in about twenty minutes and was willing to take me to the hospital immediately. I was ready to go, but he asked if I’d like him to read to me a few hymns from the Christian Science Hymnal before we left. I said yes. I knew he was praying as he read, and I knew my mom was at home praying.
After about twenty minutes, I still felt I needed to have medical attention. My dad immediately put on his coat to go out to the car, asking as he did so if I wanted to call a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me. I didn’t have high hopes, but also didn’t think it would hurt to ask for help.
