My healing at family camp

At the beginning of family camp this summer, I was helping a friend get her little brother's things out of his cabin. At the cabin there was a big fire pole, and we all decided it looked like a ton of fun to go down. Since no one wanted to go first, I decided I would. I misjudged the distance between the upper cabin and the lower cabin and fell a pretty long distance onto the concrete below. My ankle went out from under me and was in a really awkward position. I thought, "Don't worry. It's not a big deal."

I hobbled over to the steps. My mom was close by, and she came to help me and started praying for me right away. My friends were all saying, "Are you OK?" And I said, "Yeah, I'm fine," but I knew I wasn't quite there yet. I was trying to use willpower a little bit. I thought, "I'll just keep walking and forget about it." But as we were walking, it got worse and worse.

When I got back to our own cabin, I lay on the couch and cried. I thought, "This is just miserable. I was imagining a great family camp, and now I won't be able to do any activities. What is the point of me even being here?" I was really disappointed. But I decided I would not let these thoughts get the best of me, because I knew they did not come from God. My parents prayed with me. We said, "the scientific statement of being" from Science and Health (p. 468) and the "Daily Prayer" (Mary Baker Eddy, Manual of The Mother Church, p. 41). And I was saying it, but not quite wholeheartedly.

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