Recently my prayer and study progressed more harmoniously. During this time, a relative asked me for support. She was taking care of granddaughters in New Hampshire. I was ready and took up the work. Two days later she called to let me know of a new issue: she had fallen, was experiencing a lot of pain, and didn’t seem to be able to put weight on one ankle. She couldn’t walk. It had happened after the rest of the house had gone to bed. She was concerned that she would not be able to take care of the two very active girls the next day, and also didn’t want her daughter — who goes to doctors — to start worrying excessively for her.
For a moment I almost panicked. My patient had put me on a deadline to heal, I wasn’t on the mountaintop right then, and it wasn’t something “simple” like a cold! Then my understanding took over. Moments like these I like to remember Mis. 59:26 “That individual is the best healer who asserts himself the least, and thus becomes a transparency for the divine Mind, who is the only physician; the divine Mind is the scientific healer.” I put aside all sense of self as a healer, which is our job anyhow. I knew that only God could speak to her, that the Christ idea was right with her, that it was informing her of all she needed to know. I knew that she was an idea, a spiritual idea, that lived, moved and had her being in God, Love, good. I worked along that line and left it there: God was doing the work. My job was simply to see that God did it, and she was never hurt anyhow, and the Christ would inform her rightly.
The next day I heard from her that she had woken and had full use of her ankle and foot, that she was free of pain, and that the family was blissfully ignorant — there was no sign to give away she had fallen.