Over thirty years ago, medical authorities gave me up to die

Over thirty years ago, medical authorities gave me up to die. But I didn't want to die! I wanted to live for my husband and for our son—to see him grow up. So I asked my nurse to write a letter for me. The letter was to a friend who had taken me to her home to spend a weekend during college.

Although nearly twenty years had elapsed, I recalled that weekend as I lay on my presumed deathbed. I remembered the Christian Science church she had pointed out to me in her home town, and her enthusiastic explanation of a healing she had had of double pneumonia. My friend had been given up to die also, but with the help of a Christian Science practitioner she had been healed within a week. I decided that if God could heal her, I could certainly trust Him to heal me.

A reply from this friend came in the mail very soon. The first line of her letter read, "God is Love, and He loves you." When I heard this, I not only found the strength to turn over in bed but I jumped up, put on a robe, and went to the kitchen, where I ate supper with my family.

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