Testimony of Healing September 1, 1980 Issue

One night Mother tucked me into bed as usual and I went right...

SHADRACH WHITE with contributions from MARGARET J. WHITE

One night Mother tucked me into bed as usual and I went right to sleep. But in the middle of the night I woke up with pains in my stomach. At first I thought the pain would just go away and I tried to go back to sleep. It didn't go away, though, so I started praying. In the Christian Science Sunday School I'm learning how to pray. I've learned that God made me perfect and that He is my real Father-Mother.

I decided to ask my mom to help me pray and went to her room. I told her I didn't feel well, and she assured me that God was loving me and taking care of me, and that there was nothing to be afraid of. Mother asked me if I remembered the hymns from the Christian Science Hymnal that I'd been practicing at my singing lesson. At first I couldn't remember any of the words. Then she asked me to say "the scientific statement of being," which I'd memorized from Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy (p. 468). But I couldn't remember that either.

Mom reminded me about the story of the three little pigs. Each one of them built a new house. The first one built a straw house. The second one made his out of sticks. And the third little pig built his house out of bricks. When the big, bad wolf came, he huffed and puffed and blew the houses made out of straw and wood right down. But the house made of bricks was too strong for him. He couldn't blow it down. I knew it was only a story, but I understood that Mom meant it was important for me to remember the truths of God I learn in Sunday School, because good thoughts protect us like a strong house built with bricks.

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