Testimonies of Healing

The following two healings took place some years ago when I was in high school, and it’s past time to put them on record in the hope they might be helpful to others. During a junior varsity football game I injured my lower back.

When I was a young teenager, I had many questions about my identity. One night I had a crisis.

In the Bible, Paul counsels his fellow Christians, then and now, to “pray without ceasing” ( I Thessalonians 5:17 ). This was always puzzling to me.

Despite completing a driver’s education program and receiving a learner’s permit at age sixteen, I didn’t start driving regularly until two years later during my first year of college. I had suffered a persistent feeling of dread and danger at the thought of operating a vehicle on my own, to the extent that I wouldn’t drive unless it was absolutely required of me.

Growing up in Christian Science has allowed me to witness and demonstrate wonderful healings. Relying on God for answers has always been the center of my life, and I am grateful to have seen His work in action.

One night as I was getting ready to go to bed, I suddenly felt very ill. I have no idea what the problem was, but it caused a great deal of discomfort internally.

I would like to share an experience I had a few years ago, when I was making arrangements to visit my father-in-law in another city with my husband and children. Taking advantage of the fact that we would be away from home for a few days, my husband and I decided to fumigate outside around the perimeter of our house, a task I had performed before on several occasions.

One day, while I was out walking, I tripped and fell hard on my knee. I felt a sharp pain, and I was screaming.

Growing up, I believed that spiritual healing was unique to Jesus and a few of his disciples, and that medical treatment was the only practical option for dealing with illness or accidents. But I had mixed results with medical treatment so was receptive to something better.

During a period of great turmoil in my life following a painful divorce, I was struggling to regain a sense of peace. Newly single, but with a new full-time job and three children under the age of twelve, I was faced with both responsibility and the opportunity for spiritual growth, yet, at the time, the spiritual growth I yearned for seemed all but impossible as I found it difficult to feel connected to God, or to pray, because of the shame I was feeling over my inability to save the marriage.