A mother's answered prayer—spiritual healthcare

MY MOTHER SMOOTHED my hair back from my face. She fed me slivers of ice with a spoon. She tried to smile and make me feel better, but her eyes were sad. She was afraid for me.

I was only five. I'd been sick many times, but this was different. I was quarantined with scarlet fever and was visited regularly by a county health nurse and a pediatrician who gave me shots and medicine. My parents loved me and did everything they knew to make me well. The medicine they knew was chemical—pills, drugs, injections. They hoped it would help me.

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