"In the way of righteousness is Life; and in the pathway...

"In the way of righteousness is Life; and in the pathway thereof there is no death." Such were the words, spoken with realization, that fell upon my listening ear six years ago, dispelling with their cadence, the discords of sickness, sin, and death which flooded my whole mind and made my whole heart sick.

Lying close to the death valley, with the cold sweat of agony on my brow, silent and weak, with every hope gone, the unutterable minor chord of life's mournful diapason piercing my senses with indescribable bitterness, I lay a wreck, mentally and physically, with just one cry left: To die, oh, to die! to find relief from conditions of physical and mental suffering that had shut out even the smallest joy of earthly existence. I had spent four years and a half in abject torture of mind and body, seeking relief by the aid of skilled physicians in my own town and with three physicians of American note, in Chicago, Battle Creek, and Wheeling, W. Va.

Physicians generally agreed in the diagnosis of my sickness as extreme nervous symptoms, resuiting from a severe complication of womb and spinal trouble, which appeared in an alarming form after the birth of my second child. With these conditions came a diseased condition of my blood so that my body and its action, was in a most unnatural condition. Losing the use of my limbs, which would not bear my weight, I was confined while at the hospitals to a wheeled chair when not in bed, and under the care of a nurse day and night. During this period of time I submitted to three operations, which made severe tests upon me, and I grew weaker and more despondent in every way at each attempt at restoration. Every material appliance and care were used,—electricity in every form, baths of all kinds and descriptions, massage, diet, and all sorts of mechanical contrivances to stimulate the normal action of the body, together with very frequent injections of nitro-glycerine. Finally, when my body could no longer endure physical treatment, I was started on a three months' rest cure; namely, extremely low diet, and not a movement of my body. At the end of two months, my stomach collapsed, and would not retain any food. All means for the restoration of this organ were resorted to, without profit.

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