Chronic sinus condition healed

I have long wanted to tell of a healing that I had many years ago. 

In the late 1960s while living in Houston, I began having a problem with my nose. Every day it would run for several hours. In the 1970s we moved to a farm in Oklahoma, and the problem increased. One day in a faculty meeting at the school where I taught, the woman sitting beside me asked, “Is that a cold or an allergy which you have?” The question startled me; I had become so accustomed to the problem that I’d not even been aware that I was sniffling.

Through the years I’d tried very hard to keep in thought that God truly is the only cause and creator, that He made each of us in His own image, and that He “saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good” (Genesis 1:31). During this time I did have other healings, but the problem with the nose continued. In retrospect, I realize that although I’d tried ever so hard to “know the truth” that Jesus said would make one free (see John 8:32), I had not yielded to a great, yet simple fact—that God is Love and that each of us is always held in God’s, divine Love’s, embrace. I was trying and I was saying what is true, but I was not yielding to Love’s allness. 

One day (by now it was the 1980s) my husband was driving me to the airport some fifty miles away so that I could fly to Chicago for my annual Christian Science association meeting. While he was driving I realized that I’d left home with no extra tissues, so I asked him to exit at the next possible place and buy a packet of tissues for me.

He did, and we continued on to the airport. I was early, so after checking in, I found a seat near the boarding area. There was a wide post behind the seat, and I leaned my head back against it and closed my eyes. The words from Psalms 46:10 came to me: “Be still, and know that I am God.”

So I did just that. I was absolutely still, both physically and mentally. I was aware only of quietness and a great sense of peace. God was the only thing I was conscious of.  

A little later I heard the call to board the plane. After arriving in Chicago and checking in at a hotel, I spent the afternoon walking. The next morning was the meeting, and then I had my flight home and resumed my usual activities.

A year later I again was packing for the trip to Chicago. I picked up the purse I’d carried the previous year and opened it. There I found the package of tissues my husband had bought for me. It had never been opened.

I’d been so completely healed that morning at the airport that even the memory of ever having had that problem had been erased. I’d not thought of it once in a whole year. These words from a hymn put it so beautifully:

I’m so grateful for the peace that comes with the awareness that, indeed, God is here and is All-in-all.

Vaughan Taylor
Chandler, Oklahoma, US