Testimonies of Healing

RECENTLY, I had a singing gig in another city. Not long before the performance, my accompanist called to tell me that he'd prefer it if I chose a different piece of music.

I was afraid most of the time. Afraid to leave my house.

A few years ago , when my son was in second grade, his teacher told me he needed to be tested for learning disabilities. She suggested he had dyslexia because he reversed more letters than was typical for kids his age, and sometimes he reversed entire words.

In Early 2001 , my company needed a new manager for the office where I worked. I had managed offices before and thought that I would be a good candidate.

My daughter , Claude, is an eighth-grader and a competitive gymnast in Ontario, Canada. Last spring, she was training for the Ontario Provincial Games, slipped on the balance beam, and banged her elbow.

Last summer, I had a job that required a lot of walking. I also did a fair amount of jogging in my free time.

Recently , during a busy time at work, someone knocked a metal file rack off a counter and onto my hand. It was not an especially heavy object, but the accident occurred in the middle of an already stressful day.

Several months ago on the drive home from church, my youngest daughter and I were talking about what she had learned in Sunday School. She told me that she learned that the things we experience with our physical senses are actually no more real than what we might experience in a dream.

A few years ago, I tripped while carrying my six-month-old daughter down the stairs of our house. The baby flew out of my arms and onto the hard marble floor in the entryway.

One Sunday Morning I woke up feeling a bit ill, but since I was serving at my church that morning, I really thought I needed to be there. I called a friend, who said he would be prepared to substitute for me if necessary, and I immediately felt buoyed by his cheerful support.