Testimonies of Healing
I was up late one night working, when I heard my 18-month-old daughter, Lindsey, crying. I went to her crib and found her awake—uncomfortable, unhappy, and feverish.
As a soldier in the 86th division of the US Army during World War II, it wasn't unusual for me to walk from five to 25 miles a day with a rifle and full field pack. Normally this would have been rigorous, but not unmanageable.
A couple of years ago , I was confined to bed for two days because of severe pain in my back. As I was lying there thinking deeply about God, I was surprised to find that I wasn't feeling stressed.
A friend of mine had a broken windowpane, and I offered to help fix it. Since I'd have to remove broken glass from the frame, I felt I should take my heavy-duty work gloves along.
I live in Honolulu, Hawaii. Three years ago when my wife and I were on a six-day trip to a resort on another Hawaiian island, I took some difficult work with me.
Our Family Has Lived all over the United States—East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, North, and South. Though I can't say I've ever gotten used to moving, I've always approached these transitions with a spirit of adventure and with the reassurance to our children that there is good to be found everywhere.
When my mother passed away I felt barren except for the tears that filled my heart. Not my mother—she was so good! Raw emotion took over at first.
WHEN I WAS DIAGNOSED with a hernia, the physician said surgery was necessary to avoid complications that could arise if treatment were delayed. In spite of his predictions and the fact that I was still new to the practice of Christian Science, I felt strongly that I wanted to rely on this Science for healing.
A spot appeared on my nose, and began to change and get quite ugly. When I realized that it wasn't going away, I started to pray — really striving to understand more clearly that I was created by God, that He loves me and knows me, and certainly doesn't know me as anything but a completely pure idea.
I was waxing the car when I cut my hand on the bottom of the license plate. Although it was a long, deep cut, my first thought was not of fear but that God was with me and would care for me.