Ankle Healed

 I woke one morning with my ankle in pain, discoloured and swollen. I was perplexed as there was no human reason my ankle should be this way. I hadn’t even dreamed that I had injured my ankle! Walking on it, especially down the stairs was painful.

I decided that I needed to take a firm stand, and claim that “Mind was the source of (my) movement” (S&H p 283) - not an ankle, leg, muscle or anything other than Mind. To me it felt very challenging, though the family didn’t seem to notice that I favoured one ankle. I continued acknowledging and claiming that Mind was my source of movement- sometime loudly out loud.

This seemed to go on for awhile, though before getting up each morning, and every time the ankle came to thought, I claimed that Mind was the source of movement. At one point, the thought came that I should be praying about accidents. I quickly dismissed this idea as ludicrous especially as there hadn’t even been a suggestion of an accident!

I attended our church’s Thanksgiving service, walking painfully into the service. It was a joyous service, and I felt so grateful for all the good my family, friends and I had received over the past year. A few days later, I was walking down the stairs and realised that there was no pain, and that my ankle looked perfectly normal.

I am very grateful for this healing- especially as it helped me see how an ‘imposition’ can try to be so real, yet it is utterly unreal.