Testimony of Healing March 26, 2007 Issue

PRAYER ENDS PAIN

SUSAN LEE GILL

On a warm summer day about eight years ago, a friend took our family boating on a lake. At one point, I hopped on an inner tube attached to the boat for a ride around the lake. Lying flat while I lifted my head to enjoy the scenery proved to be great fun. With lots of laughter, I flew over waves and zoomed around jerky turns.

That evening, however, a painful neck problem developed. Immediately I began to pray, immersing myself in thoughts of God's great love for me and all. The beauty of the day, God's day, could not be tainted. I knew the intense pain was not from God — and therefore, completely untrue. He had never for a moment let me slip out of His care.

Sticking emphatically to these ideas, I walked up and down the hall and persistently affirmed that I was not a material composite of nerves and muscles. My spiritual identity as God's likeness didn't include anything that could be injured. I listened for what God was telling me, rather than what the physical senses were trying to convince me of. I knew that God, the source of my well-being, doesn't waver, and that I could trust that constant, reliable wholeness from Him was the only fact of my experience.

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