As a small boy, our son was...

As a small boy, our son was seized with croup, which made it very difficult for him to breathe. At first I was quite fearful. Then I declared that the condition had absolutely no power and that I need not be afraid of it, no matter how it carried on. In a few minutes the child's breathing became normal. The healing was complete and has been permanent.

For several years during the winter season our little daughter suffered from earache. The last time this occurred I worked prayerfully to the best of my knowledge, but no relief was apparent. In talking with a friend I told her I had failed in my efforts to help the child. Her reply was that nothing could alter the fact that the truth I had declared does heal and that what mortal mind thinks makes no difference. Then came the realization that just as mortal mind thinking cannot change the fact that two and two are four, so it cannot change the fact that man as the image and likeness of God is and always has been perfect. That was the end of the earaches. This healing took place a number of years ago.

One morning my husband awakened in great pain with an attack of stones in the bladder. While helping him in Christian Science I saw clearly that, as a child of God, he knew the truth about himself and could know only what God knows. In less than an hour he quieted down, and the stones broke up and were discharged. He said he suddenly realized that God fills all space and that where the pain seemed to be there was only the presence of God; therefore he could not experience pain or discord of any kind. Later the difficulty occurred again. A loving practitioner was called, and by the time I had finished talking to her on the telephone he was free. He has remained so for many years.

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