Testimony of Healing September 23, 2013 ISSUE

My children's healings

Beverly Harrington

When my daughter was about three years old, we moved into a new home. The former owners had left some trash, old cans and things in the yard. My daughter went outside and was playing in the yard when she found an old can. She came to me after a little while and said, “A can bit me” and showed me her fingers, which had some bites on them. I told her, “Oh no, cans can’t bite—show me what you were playing with.” So she showed me the can, and inside it were two big black widow spiders. 

I was alarmed, so I took my daughter into the house and got her involved in quietly playing in a bedroom. Other than telling me she had been bitten, she didn’t complain of any painful symptoms. I had been reading the Christian Science Bible Lesson, so I read this citation from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy: “The exterminator of error is the great truth that God, good, is the only Mind, and that the supposititious opposite of infinite Mind—called devil or evil—is not Mind, is not Truth, but error, without intelligence or reality” (p. 469 ). I must have read and prayed with that line 50 times. It was exactly what I needed to know. I called a Christian Science practitioner and she said she’d start praying for us right away. I felt confident and assured that everything was all right. My husband came home at lunch, and I asked him to dispose of the can in the yard. That day our daughter remained perfectly well, and the physical evidence of spider bites lasted only a short while.

When my son was very small he was playing with a neighbor boy in the front yard. The neighbor had brought over a set of empty glass bottles. While the boys were playing, the bottles fell and shattered glass all over the yard. When I went to comfort my son, who had begun crying, I saw he had a very deep cut on his chin. I said to myself, “No!” I was not going to agree with the evidence mortal mind was presenting. God was all and was right there, caring for our son. I prayed out loud, and sent the neighbor child, who had not been injured, home. I knew what I needed to do was not be cross with that boy, or with anyone. I cleaned up my son’s chin, applied a bandage, and continued to pray. My husband was due to come home soon for dinner, so I stood over the stove stirring spaghetti and praying.

Soon, my son came up behind me and told me, “I need a new bandage.” When I went to put a new bandage on his chin, the cut had healed up so quickly I almost missed the tiny little red spot, the only mark left from the accident. Soon there was no evidence of the incident whatsoever. I’d seen how praying to love the little neighbor boy, and all involved—my son, myself—was essential. 

Beverly Harrington
Danville, California, US

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