Testimonies of Healing
Christian Science has brought many blessings and great joy to my life. A recent experience proved challenging, but persisting with the truths taught by Christ Jesus and Mary Baker Eddy again led me to healing.
It was early in the morning when my son came into my bedroom crying. He said that he had a bad earache.
About five years ago, while engrossed in conversation with a friend and my husband, I fell over a piece of decorative marble in a public park. A small group of concerned people gathered around me.
On March 11 of this year, I was on my way home from the grocery store. I reached our apartment on the top floor and was just about to put the key in the lock, when I heard loud shouting coming from the floor below.
FOUR YEARS AGO, a dear friend wanted to do something special for my daughter and me. She arranged for the three of us to get a pedicure.
While on a trip with friends a few years ago, I took a nap in the car, and when I woke up, I had trouble becoming fully alert. Everything had a sluggish, almost dreamy feeling.
Some time ago, I learned an important lesson about prayer—the importance of being willing to listen to what God is saying and then follow through with putting His guidance into practice. I was having difficulty walking—there was a lot of swelling and discomfort in one of my legs, making it challenging to accomplish my regular responsibilities as a wife and mother of two active young boys.
Although for many years my needs have been met without the use of medicine through Christian Science prayer alone, I always felt the need for novocaine or a similar anesthetic whenever I had a cavity drilled by a dentist. About six years ago, however, after making a dental appointment, a sense of protest and indignation—which I hadn’t felt before—welled up in me.
Traveling from a school located at sea level, I struggled a lot once I arrived at the Christian Science camp for children where I would be working for the summer, which had an elevation level of 9,000 feet. It seemed I had a lot of trouble acclimating, and it became difficult to run and even sometimes walk uphill between camps.
While babysitting for my two wonderful granddaughters last summer, about midafternoon I found myself sitting on the floor breathing with great difficulty. I told the three-year-old and the five-year-old that I couldn’t continue playing Candyland.