Testimony of Healing September 18, 1902 Issue

On the Fourth of July my little girl, then six years old,...

M. E. J.

On the Fourth of July my little girl, then six years old, had all the symptoms of what I thought was a severe cold; but in a few days it proved to be whooping cough. Both vomiting and nose-bleeding would accompany each coughing spell, then she would lie in a stupor. She was very much reduced in flesh, and one night my husband brought home a bottle of homœopathic pills, saying, "Will you give her some of these to relieve that cough, if she needs them?" I said, "Yes, if she needs them," knowing at the same time that Truth was all that was needed and more powerful than those little pills. She didn't want them either, saying, "No; you treat me mamma, you treat me." Through realizing the presence and power of divine Love, the whooping stopped in just two weeks from that Fourth of July. She is now nine years old, never having tasted medicine.

Another time she ran a rusty nail that was protruding from a block of wood into her foot, and came screaming to me, the block of wood clinging to her foot. It took a stout pull on my part to draw the nail out of her foot. I took her on my lap, told her to stop crying, and I would treat her. Between her sobs she repeated with me the Mother's prayer for the little ones. Others present tried to persuade me to soak her foot in salt and water to draw the poison out, or to keep her from having lock-jaw; but I knew Truth was more powerful than any material remedies. I went into an adjoining room, rocked her a few minutes, declaring Truth, and she was soon on the floor playing. The next morning she put her shoes on as usual, never complaining of her foot. It neither inflamed, nor swelled. I could just see the mark where the nail went into her foot, and I know it went in some distance, as she only had on a pair of knit slippers.

Stepping on a nail myself a few weeks ago brought it all back to my memory. This nail barely went through the skin. I paid no attention to it, thinking it so slight; but it throbbed all night, was inflamed, and festered, till I had to pay attention to it; that is, demonstrate its nothingness.

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