Challenged by personal attacks, emotional strain, and serious illness, this writer found peace and complete cure through disciplined prayer.

The strongest medicine

My dream had come true. I was teaching first through fourth grade in a two-teacher school in a remote Alaskan Indian village. This was a very happy time for me. But it also proved to be a very difficult period in my life. A period during which I really learned more about prayer. And I felt the presence of God's love and care touching my heart as I never had before. Here's what happened.

Midway through my first year in the village, I began to feel that the other teacher's wife hated and resented me. The situation escalated into the second year. One night, I woke to sounds of loud banging outside my house. I could not see who was there. The banging stopped, only to start up again two hours later. I got out of bed and opened the door to look again, and met the other teacher's wife standing outside with a two-by-four! I asked her to stop what she was doing, and she left. But she returned to continue banging around my house at regular intervals all night long.

I prayed throughout that long, cold, winter night to feel the presence of God's love surrounding me and my home. Eventually I found peace in praying the Lord's Prayer. The incident was never repeated. But there was ongoing tension in our school. I felt continually under attack. I found out that both the teacher and his wife had taken steps to discredit me and keep me from getting promoted.

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