Testimony of Healing November 30, 2009 Issue

No room for guilt

Harry

I KNEW I WAS IN TROUBLE.  I was driving a go-cart and had slammed my foot down on the accelerator rather than the brake. I went hurtling into an empty go-cart, and the steering wheel drove into my stomach and took all the breath out of me. I had a terrible pain in my stomach and couldn't walk. My friend's parents (who were in charge of the party) were very worried and insisted that they take me to hospital.

The doctors said I had internal bruising. They didn't give me any medication, but told me to come back if it got any worse. When I got home, the pain still hadn't stopped, and any sudden movements I made caused me to throw up. I knew that I could turn to God for help. Still, I was really worried as I was planning to go on a ten-mile family walk in two days' time on the South Downs (a hilly area in southern England).

When my mum got home from work that night, she helped me pray. I felt guilty that I had been reckless, and we talked about how I could get beyond those thoughts because they were keeping me from feeling close to God. Mum reminded me of a hymn I had learned in Sunday School. It talks about God being "the King of Love" and my Shepherd, "whose goodness faileth never" (Christian Science Hymnal, Hymn 330).

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