I’ve read lots of stories in the Christian Science Sentinel about people who have experienced instantaneous healing of broken bones. Quite often, they’ll describe the strange sensation of feeling a bone painlessly set itself.

That’s always struck me as a kind of weird thing to have happen. How surreal would it be to feel your bones moving around inside your body? Something about the whole thing seemed vaguely creepy, like listening to the dentist work on your teeth while your jaw is full of Novocain.

A couple of weekends ago, I was cutting boards for my deck project when I managed to drop a 12-foot pressure-treated 4×4 directly onto my instep … from waist height … in such a way that it came down corner first.

The pain was immediate — and blinding — and I had the sense that I had basically crushed my instep, but I countered that claim instantly with a line from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures:

Accidents are unknown to God.

I reasoned that what I was doing was right action, undertaken with right motives, and there was no way God would allow me to suffer as a result of such activity.

The pain lessened dramatically, and I was able to continue my work, although I had the sense that my foot was swelling, and I had to fight the temptation to look at it. Each time it would start to hurt or I would start to get scared of what it might be doing, I would think about what this particular error was trying to tell me.

God constantly protects His children, so in order for my foot to be broken, something would have had to separate me from God, I realized, or else God, divine Principle, would have had to stop working long enough to allow an injustice to take place. Neither of those scenarios made any sense, and I realized this injury — and the accident that seemed to cause it — must be nothing more than illusion.

I discovered a few minutes later that I needed something in the house, and I found that I was able to stand up and walk inside to get it without significant pain.

A few hours later, I had the strange sensation that the bones in the top of my foot were moving around in directions they probably shouldn’t. It didn’t hurt, but it was weird and a bit unnerving, and I wound up calling a practitioner to help keep my fear in check.

It occurred to me the next day that the strange feeling I’d experienced the night before was probably the same thing people are always talking about in the Sentinel. The blow was sharp enough, the board heavy enough, and the initial pain intense enough that it seemed very likely I’d broken several bones in my instep. Yet the swelling, discoloration, and soreness that one would expect to go on for days after such an injury never materialized, and by the time I got up the next morning, I was able to put on my favorite shoes (a cute pair of four-inch platform heels) and walk across the church parking lot in them without any pain at all.

I’m learning not to be amazed by healings like this, but I still think they’re awfully cool when they happen.




We finished building the potting table on the deck this weekend. Songdog likes to use the deck as a launching pad. For some reason, as soon as I got out the camera, he started running laps around the yard and bouncing off of things like a pinball. I have no idea what that was about, but it was funny.


Jason did a little canine yoga on the deck while I was taking pictures of the new bench and table to send to the insurance company. Here he is demonstrating … um … the downward-facing dog position, I think.


We clipped the hens’ wings and put them in the rosebed this weekend to knock down some of the weeds. They didn’t like being picked up and handled so much, but they enjoyed having fresh grass to munch on. Honey, the brown leghorn (pictured in the center, just behind Pushy), somehow managed to escape the rosebed and wound up back in the main garden. She seemed relieved when Ron came and rescued her and returned her to the rosebed with the rest of the girls. She’s kind of a wild and crazy girl.


Check out how big my basil is getting. I just planted it about three weeks ago, and it’s already quadrupled in size (and then some!) and seems to be thriving.

I am almost finished with my crazy plant markers. I’ll post pictures when I get them done. I’m working on my house number mosaic, too. I have to apply the grout and paint the frame, and then it will be good to go. I didn’t have the nerve to mess with grout tonight. The plant markers need a coat of lacquer, and I have to get some more wire to bend into shape for stakes, but other than that, they’re basically done.

I also made some pasta today for lunch and fixed strawberries with real whipped cream for dessert. I may never bother with Cool Whip again. I had no idea whipped cream was so easy — and quick — to make.

Hope you had a good weekend.