"What's going on here?. . .

"What's going on here? Up and down, up and down. One minute you are up; the next you are down. It seems to me that you would get tired of this situation. Isn't it about time for you to decide whether you are going to continue making a reality of these insidious beliefs or cast them aside once and for all?"

This sudden and sharp pronouncement hit me full force just as my compassionate and understanding husband had intended. It was time for me to wake up and realize that the beliefs that had plagued me for weeks were no part of me. God knew nothing about them, so I, the image and likeness of God, could not know them, either. The mesmerism was broken, and the healing began.

I seemed to have allowed myself to come under the bondage of numerous beliefs—nervous exhaustion, insomnia, poor appetite resulting in an alarming loss of weight, bladder infection, bursitis; and I was experiencing much difficulty in walking, bending over, sitting down and getting up. I was unable to carry on my normal duties at home or at church. Also uppermost in my thought was the knowledge that it would soon be time for me to return to my position as first grade teacher in a public school. I just didn't see how I could cope with it.

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