Broken bone healed

I would like to share a testimony of physical healing from the period of lockdown in the United Kingdom in the spring of 2020. My daughter and I were categorized as a shielded household, which meant we could not have visitors or go outdoors, not even to the shops, until the restrictions began to ease.

While running one last errand ahead of the lockdown, I tripped while crossing the road and landed facedown, first on a parked car and then on the curb. Within seconds I was surrounded by people offering kindness and practical help. An ambulance arrived very quickly, and I was taken to a nearby hospital that specializes in broken bones. After an X-ray had been taken, I was told I had several complex fractures in my shoulder that would probably need corrective surgery, but they didn’t want to admit me to the ward during a pandemic. I was also told that if it did heal without intervention, it could take up to a year before I had full movement and strength. With those words, I was sent home.

Normally, in situations like this my first instinct would be to reach out to a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me for healing. But as I was considering this, I felt I didn’t need to. I realized that I was in the ideal atmosphere for healing: My home was a sanctuary of peace, calm, and all-embracing love. There would be no intrusions, because of our shielding situation, and this could only enable, not hinder, my progress. It almost felt as if we were in Noah’s ark—protected, shielded, and safe. When the “flood” passed, we would emerge stronger, wiser, purer, and closer to God.