Claw wounds healed through prayer

Erin Miller

A few months ago my husband and I had my brother and his wife over. We were making plans for the evening and decided to meet my father and his wife for dinner. We had about an hour before we were meeting, so we were just visiting, having a good time.

Our cat, Jake, was about his business as usual—never minding new company. At some point, I noticed that Jake was sitting on our chaise, behind which my guitar was standing. He was biting on the extra length of strings that hung off the top. It appeared that he was trying to swallow them, and each time he swallowed, he would jump and look frightened. I gently told him not to do that and lifted him away from the guitar. I think out of fear, he reacted to me by clawing at my arm with his back claws, trying to get out of my hold. His fur was standing on end, and parts of it were being shaved off by his actions. I remember feeling the scratching sensation a bit on my arm as I put him on the floor. The I glanced down at my arm, rather alarmed at what I saw. Jake's claws had cut my palm and my forearm very deeply in four places. The sight of this scared me, and as I washed the cuts with soap and water, I felt afraid of infection and the possible need for stitches.

I knew that Jake was innocent, not malicious, and so no harm could result where none was meant. We were both living under God's law of harmony. But I noticed that my arm and hand were feeling increasingly hot and were filled with a burning sensation. My fear wasn't subsiding.

Suddenly the thought came to me to pray. I prayed specifically about fear. I looked up fear in the Glossary of Science and Health and saw this description of it: "Heat; inflammation . . ." (p. 586).

That was all I needed. Immediately I realized that the hot and burning feeling was really fear. And that was the end of my fear. I knew that healing had taken place in my thoughts, and that physical healing would follow.

I bandaged the cuts. Then I went out into the living room and said to my brother and sister-in-law, "OK. I've been healed. We can go."

We met my dad and his wife and had a lovely evening. My hand never hurt, and no one noticed it. A couple of days later the wounds were totally healed. I never had any infection. I didn't need stitches. That night, Jake slept between my husband and me as he always does. I didn't feel any fear or timidity around Jake and have never thought about something like this happening again.

Healing had taken place in my thoughts, and physical healing followed.

This experience was wonderful, because it proved to me how God's law governs everyone. When our thoughts are aligned with this law, we have healings.

Erin Miller
St. Louis, Missouri

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