"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
I am humbly grateful for a recent healing which taught me a lot about diligently ‘sticking at it’.
Recently my two small boys and I had had lovely healings of flu-like symptoms in a relatively short space of time and were soon back in our rightful places at pre-school, school and me at ‘big school’ as a teacher. Within a few days of this healing however, after a particularly difficult parents evening, I returned home and fell in to bed.
The next day it felt wise to take the day off school and having delivered the two boys to pre-school and school, I returned home. I was so grateful to be able to listen to two very helpful Christian Science lectures on YouTube. A theme which came up in both lectures, and which I had been prayerfully considering, was the need for gratitude. I also gained so much from re-reading Fruitage in Science and Health.
The next day,through the prayerful support of my husband,I was able to fulfil all I needed to do caring for our three-year-old but was very grateful when my husband returned from his half day at work.
After more prayer, I realised that there was a lingering suggestion that this issue wasn’t important enough to ring a practitioner about. Once I had faced this lie down, I was very grateful to be in touch with my husband’s teacher. His opening words were that the only thing I was capable of truly feeling was gratitude. Wow! Talk about the one Mind! I continued on my gratitude quest.
A further concern was that I was ‘stand in’ second Reader in two days’ time and was unsure how I could fulfil this duty. This dear practitioner reminded me of what Mrs Eddy says about the office of Reader and the need to keep oneself ‘unspotted from the world’. Right there was my spiritual immunity.
By the Sunday morning I felt I had made great spiritual progress and had managed to eat a little. I was really coming to realise the need to disagree with what the human senses were telling me and trust my spiritual compass. There was one last vain attempt as error’s suggestions threatened my peace but insteadI clung to the idea of spiritual immunity. All the truths in the lesson were my rock; there was my strength and support. The service was just beautiful and the love that emanated from the congregation and my dear husband who was First Reader was so tangible-my gratitude levels soared!
After the service, mortal mind yet again tried to suggest that the difficulties were not healed and I retreated to pray and listen to God further. After a while, our three year old came in to the bedroom on three separate occasions wanting me to play. The third time he came in, he said ‘Mummy what are you doing? Come and play’ I explained that I just needed a little more quiet and prayer. At this point, with such sweet innocence and expectation, he stroked my face and said ‘Father Mother God, Loving me, guard me while I sleep, guide my little feet up to Thee. Right come on Mummy, let’s play!’ How could I resist such trust and joyful expectation of healing? One by one the symptoms which had seemed so aggressive and, at times, frightening fell away. The very next morning I emailed the Practitioner- ‘The mist has lifted and it’s God’s clear day.’ The two boys and I then enjoyed a very energetic day as planned.
I am so grateful for all I learnt from this experience, for all the love and dedication of practitioners and teachers, and for all thatour boys are learning in Sunday School.
God is good!