Article September 26, 2016 Issue

Thank You, God, for my healing!

Isa

This summer, I was at a camp for Christian Scientists, and my stomach started hurting. I told my counselor about it, and she prayed with me. She said God was taking care of me. This comforted me.

It was family night up at the boys’ camp, which is when you have dinner with the boys, then share testimonies together and sing hymns. After we left the boys, we got ready for bed. My stomach was still hurting, so I began to pray: “God’s arms are all around me. Nothing can get between God and me.” I know God doesn’t have actual arms, but that was a way I liked thinking about how God holds me safely in His love.

In the morning I felt much better, but I didn’t want to waterski, because I didn’t want to face plant again. (A face plant is when you fall forward when you’re on the skis and splash into the water.) My counselor comforted me and encouraged me, saying she was sure I wouldn’t face plant that day.

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