It was just before Christmas, and I was having a challenging time. Relationships with loved ones were a little strained. I was feeling unnecessarily criticized and judged by some, disappointed and let down by others.

After a bout of unhappiness, self-righteous thoughts, and utter dismay with relationships in general, I became physically ill. My stomach bloated to twice its size, and I was in a great deal of pain. At that point I contacted a Christian Science practitioner—a spiritual healer who devotes full time to healing people through prayer. She began praying at once.

Not only did I have her help that day, but my son, who is a Sunday School pupil and also a new member of our church, was with me, hugging me. He sang the words to a favorite hymn, from a poem by Mary Baker Eddy, "Mother's Evening Prayer" (Poems, pp. 4–5). It begins, "O gentle presence, peace and joy and power; / O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour." It was comforting to know that God, divine Life, owned my hours, and not the pain that seemed to be so real and all-consuming. My son's tender care and the supportive words of the practitioner helped me calm down. Despite the stomach pain, I fell asleep on the couch. And as I did, I could feel God's love surrounding me.

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Testimony of Healing
May 16, 2005

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