Association Day Healing

I had a busy day ahead with the final preparations for Association Day the following day.  There were several things to sort out, but I felt I had handed it all over to God- or so I thought.

As I went out of the door with the first box of items to take to the church, my ankle twisted, and I went flying as did all the contents of the box.  I gingerly picked things up, put it into the car, and realised that I needed to do more “prep” work.  Tears rolled down my cheeks and I found myself asking God what was it I needed to do.  I sat quietly praying and listening.  Beyond firmly acknowledging that there were no accidents, I claimed that I couldn’t be a victim - of anything.  I couldn’t be a victim of an anti-Christ sentiment, and that there was no disruption to the fulfilling of a right activity.  This Association meeting was very much a right activity, and in supporting it with prayer & practical steps, nothing could stop complete fulfilment of this right idea.  There had already been alterations due to the “ash cloud”, but I knew that “I (and everyone) was the place that God shined through”, and nothing could ever stop this shining.  I couldn’t feel anything but his Love, nor express anything but this Love. This was the reality.

Within 15 minutes, I was able to resume my tasks, carry onto the church and do what was required there in the joyful preparations.  I still felt slightly sore, but felt this would pass.  When I returned home I found I could barely get out of the car & walk on my foot.  I hobbled to the front door wincing, and curled up with one of the recent Sentinels.  I realised that I really needed to express Love, unconditionally, & be sure that it didn’t have a hint of “personal responsibility” in it.  Also, I was simply a “gentle beam of living Love”, as we were reminded in the Directors’ letter.  By simply, I mean I was nothing material or human, but a beam of Love, that could not be touched by anyone or anything and was derived directly from God.

The situation improved, but I wasn’t free later in the day.  Interestingly, none of the family members commented on it, even though I was limping around the house that evening.  I knew this wasn’t true, and could never have been true. Each time I went to take a step, the thought came to “walk normally, because you know that is your right.”.  I went to bed early, still not fully healed physically, but I knew that I was healed. I knew that I could never have fallen from my state of perfection, whether in thought or in activity. 

When I woke on Association morning, I was free - with no physical evidence of a problem.  I am very grateful for the immediacy of Christian Science.