One cold winter evening, in my sophomore year of college, I received a phone call from my mother. A fire had destroyed the second floor of our home, my parents were getting a divorce, and my father had lost his job.
“I’m sorry to tell you this,” the obstetrician said, “but I am not sure that either you or your baby will make it. ” Those were not the words I was expecting as I lay on the exam table at the hospital.
One morning while at work, I began to feel chest pain. The pain wasn’t bad at first, so I put off dealing with it prayerfully.
A number of years ago, on a Wednesday morning, I woke up with pain in my spine, and all my muscles were sore. For years I’d had to walk several kilometers every day to go to work, and my trade demanded a lot of physical effort.
A few years ago, while abroad, I entered an off-road mountain half-marathon. During the race I fell headfirst onto rocks.
I have always loved God, and it was this love for God that brought me to Christian Science. Soon after I began to embrace this Science, I had the following physical healing.
Last year my husband and I were holidaying at a resort in the Drakensberg Mountains in South Africa. I had for a long time wanted to try zip-lining above the panoply of trees in the area, but my husband, as well as my daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren, who were holidaying with us, refused the invitation to join me.
A number of years ago I felt a sizable hard mass develop in my lower abdomen. It was not painful in any way, but as it remained for many months, I was afraid of what the growth might be.
I want to share a healing that I had a number of years ago. As I was getting up early in the morning, I felt an extreme sense of confusion and anxiety.
During high school, I had asthma and had trouble breathing whenever I was in a new environment. I received prayerful support from my parents and a Christian Science practitioner, and I was confident that I would find healing.