“It doesn’t matter what the material senses say.” That thought occurred to me in the middle of the night as, once again, I was awake wrestling with the physical dilemmas facing me, some going back a number of years. The symptoms were varied and sometimes debilitating. On occasion I felt so ill all I could do was lie on the couch declaring that God is my life.
Some of the physical issues had disappeared through prayer—and they were pretty scary ones to be honest. But others had not gone away. As I lay awake going over the list of things that were still wrong, and also things that had been healed, I wondered if I’d ever regain my health completely.
That divine message in the night, which seemed to come out of nowhere, stopped my mental turmoil and calmed me so I could consider what it really meant. Of course, I knew what it meant—that God, Spirit, is All. That He made me, and, therefore, my substance is spiritual and perfect. Not, as it seemed, material and prone to malfunction. These are truths I had learned in Christian Science and prayed with many times.
