Testimony of Healing November 23, 1929 Issue

When my youngest child was eight months old she fell...

Ella M. Schwarz

When my youngest child was eight months old she fell from the bed on to her back, striking the top of her head on the edge of an open door. When I picked her up I found her body limp, her skin blue, and her eyes rolling back. As my efforts to arouse her were of no avail I became fearful. My first thought was that I must have a doctor quickly, but my second was that I must have help more quickly than a doctor could possibly give it. I had been interested in Christian Science for about two years, so I had my eldest daughter call a practitioner on the telephone. She said she would work for the baby at once. I held the child in my arms and two of my children sat close by, while we trustingly waited to see Truth operate. I shall never forget the wonderful sense of peace that came over me as we quietly waited. In less than ten minutes the color returned to the baby's face; then she opened her eyes and smiled. That was over fourteen years ago, and since then she has always been a well, strong, and happy child.

On one occasion when my little grandson was visiting me, he awoke about midnight greatly distressed. His temperature was high, his breathing was difficult and accompanied by the wheezing noise associated with croup. I talked to him and had him repeat as best he could the words by Mary Baker Eddy (Poems, p. 69):

"Father-Mother God,
Loving me,—
Guard me when I sleep;
Guide my little feet
Up to Thee."