Testimonies of Healing

Several years ago, I became aware of a growth on my forehead. I recalled that my mother had had a similar growth in the same place.

I used to wonder what I would feel comfortable doing if something catastrophic happened—where would I turn for help and resolution? I was not raised as a Christian Scientist, and I had been well acquainted with other modalities for treatment at times of crisis. Many years ago, I got an answer to my question.

It all started when my four-year-old daughter developed what is commonly known as impetigo, a skin disease that is medically seen as contagious. When the symptoms appeared, I knew that I could not have her attend kindergarten in this condition, so I kept her home.

On December 24, 1990, I went in for a routine prenatal exam at a clinic attached to our local maternity hospital. Given the volume of births in that part of the world at the time, pregnant women were put on a “team” for prenatal care and were run in and out of these checkups at warp speed.

Years ago I worked as a nanny for a family with a small dog. One Monday afternoon, when I was lifting the dog off a bed, she bit me hard across the bridge of my nose.

During a routine physical activity while on duty in the Brazilian Army, I injured myself and felt a pain so intense in my right leg that I could barely stand. I immediately began to affirm the ever-present, divine perfection of God, which I express as His child and which cannot be altered.

I’m so grateful for a healing I had of an internal disorder. Something seemed out of place and uncomfortable in my pelvic area.

I want to express my deep gratitude for having found Christian Science. It has been a source of inspiration and strength, and it has changed the way I see and live my daily life.

Each day brings added proofs that God is indeed “our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble,” as the psalmist described ( Psalms 46:1 ). This was evident last summer after I accidently deeply cut my foot on thick broken glass left outside a store when I was wearing thin-soled flip-flops.

In the early 1990s my family was able to bear witness to God’s unfailing care in the most trying of circumstances. I lived in Florida with my then husband and our two young children.