Many people will tell you that the end of one's senior year in high school is the best time of the four-year experience. But the spring of my senior year was filled with tears instead of fun. Night after night I tearfully confided to a girlfriend my feelings of loneliness and unpopularity. Boarding at a college preparatory school, I longed for someone to take care of me; I wanted someone to feel sorry for me.
I began to develop irregular eating habits symptomatic of bulimia. One day, in tears, I called a Christian Science practitioner I did not know. But I was really looking more for sympathy than healing, and when she began talking with me, I politely told her that I could handle this on my own and thanked her for her time. I said that I had just wanted to talk with someone.
At that point she said with conviction, "You know, you are the perfect child of God." I started laughing and said, "That isn't enough to heal me." She continued, saying that I could have an instantaneous healing right then. I was anxious to hang up by this point, so I once again thanked her and said goodbye. But after I returned to my dorm room, I thought about the simple truth she had shared. Right then I ceased wondering what was causing my eating disorder and unhappiness. I started to accept the fact that I always had been and still was God's perfect child, and I affirmed that I could see that truth manifested in healing.
The next morning I woke completely healed. My friend, who for weeks had seen nothing but tears, said to me, "Ali, you look like a new person. You look so happy." I just beamed in joy, grateful for God's healing power. The eating disorder disappeared that day.
The last few weeks of school were full of laughter with my friends. The final proof of my healing occurred during the graduation ceremonies when I was presented with a silver cup awarded for "expressing joy, life, and unselfish concern for the community." Even through a distressing stage of my life, God's light couldn't help but come shining through. The headmaster gave a short speech about each graduate as the individual received his or her diploma. Mine started, "In everything Ali Salomon does, she radiates a joy of life." Later that summer I called the practitioner and thanked her for opening my thought to the truth.
The healing came when I stopped focusing on "the problem" and turned my thoughts to my real identity. Instead of seeing myself as an unpopular, unhappy, unhealthy girl, I claimed my true being as God's perfect child—free from pain of any kind. With this simple truth I caught a glimpse of the healing power of Christ.
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