Testimony of Healing December 6, 2004 Issue

Healed in the presence of God

Mell Schoening

As our children grew into their late teens and twenties, we gave up our traditional Christmas celebration at home for a family ski trip. We settled on the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Montana as our traditional holiday destination. In addition to looking forward to the superb skiing, we always came together with a warm feeling of homecoming.

One year, after we'd all gathered for another wonderful holiday from our respective locations on both coasts, I decided to take a starlit walk around the loop road that surrounded the property. The icy December night was crisp and clear, and my heart was filled with joy, gratitude, and anticipation of the happy days to come.

As I rounded the corner at the farthest point of the loop, I slipped on the ice and fell heavily with one leg under me. The pain was so severe that I was momentarily acutely afraid I wouldn't be able to get up. I was at least a quarter of a mile away from our condo, and there was no one nearby who could help me. But I had no doubt that divine aid was close at hand. Immediately I began to pray.

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