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I prayed for myself—without anyone’s help
I was at summer camp, and for the first time in my life, I had an opportunity to pray for myself without anyone else’s help.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and was awake for about an hour because I wasn’t feeling well. I finally drifted off to sleep, but then I woke up again feeling sicker—like I was going to throw up.
I was afraid, because a few days earlier I’d eaten a minty-tasting plant that I thought was edible mint. But then a boy told me that he had also eaten that plant and was sick for several days.
I got out of bed, woke up my counselor, and went to the bathroom house. But my counselor never appeared, because he couldn’t find me.
So I started praying for myself, like I’ve learned to do in the Christian Science Sunday School. I mainly prayed with the idea that I’m God’s child, His image and likeness. I knew that God made everything perfect, so He made me perfect as His image. God didn’t make me to be harmed. This was the foundation for my prayers, and it was also my rock, like the Bible says: “The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer” (II Samuel 22:2).
After I prayed with this idea, my thoughts were filled with good ideas about God, which blocked out all the negative thoughts that were saying that I would be sick for the next several days, and that I wouldn’t be able to participate in camp activities. Knowing that God is my protector made me feel confident that none of these bad thoughts could be true.
Pretty soon, I felt well and went back to my cabin. But later I woke up feeling sick again. After praying with the same ideas that had helped me before, I was able to go back to sleep after a few minutes, and I woke up in the morning feeling completely fine. I was healed. I felt energetic and ready to continue with camp activities.
I’m so glad I learned I could pray on my own and experience healing.
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