An unusual awakening of gratitude came to me recently...

An unusual awakening of gratitude came to me recently over a healing in our family. It proved so indisputably that there is no place where Truth cannot penetrate and perform its perfect work, that I desire to share the glad tidings with the readers of the Sentinel.

Sunday morning, Jan, 19, 1913, our baby swallowed an open safety-pin. I was summoned home from church, which was only a few blocks away, to find the little one crying and very nervous, and his father greatly disturbed. My own battle with mother-fears was strenuously fought all the way home, but the strength I always receive at the Christian Science services helped me to declare that God, good, Spirit, is the only substance and power, and that accidents are unknown to divine Mind.

I was perfectly calm outwardly as I reached the house, but as the case seemed complicated to my inexperience, we took the baby to the home of a Christian Science practitioner. The fear was met almost instantly, and I brought the little fellow home playing along the road as contentedly as could be. The practitioner kept the father to give him a treatment, and later on in the afternoon she came by in a neighborly fashion to reassure me that every phase of error is destroyed by the application of the truth. Although the pin was five days in passing through the bowels, the child was perfectly normal and happy during the time and was given nothing but his regular food. Our trust in the power of Christian Science was so great that any one living in the same house with us would not have known that anything had happened. What a grand thing it is to have a family remedy always at hand, and one in which the utmost confidence can be placed!

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Testimony of Healing
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October 10, 1914
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