Two healings of pain

Several weeks ago, after trimming high branches on a tree, I experienced serious pain in my back. I prayed as best I could for a couple of days.
Then it was Sunday morning, and I sat down to prepare for my role as a Reader at church. I began to read through the Bible Lesson Sermon out loud, and after the first section found I couldn't continue sitting. I knew that in the state I was in, I would not be able to make it through the church service, which was to begin in less than two hours.
I went to a more comfortable seat to endeavor to pray. I remembered that I have read many testimonies over the years from people who faced aggressive symptoms of one sort or another and found healing in time to serve at church.
I began by prayerfully denying the pain. As it was coming and going in waves, I had moments of quiet as well as moments of great discomfort. I found that in my efforts to confront the pain, the moments of peacefulness also included those efforts, and I was constantly focused on it. 
I knew I needed to "look away from the body into Truth and Love..." (Science and Health page 261.) How could I do that? The answer was simple. I needed to cherish the painless moments as being evidence of the painless spiritual being that I knew God must be manifesting as me. 
So, I changed my focus and looked to the peaceful moments. I acknowledged them as being my truth, from God. Quickly, they were filled with gratitude. And the situation began to change. The pain became less severe. 
I was able to finish preparing for church, arrived there early to help set up the room for our hybrid service, and participated as Reader as planned. Though I was still in pain, it was not consequential.
I was so elated about this progress I told several people that I was in the middle of a wonderful healing.
I stayed with the gratitude I felt through the rest of the day, and the healing came. I was free!
On Tuesday, I went for my normal volunteer shift at the main warehouse of the Maryland Food Bank. While there, we were asked to do a side job of loading bottles of water into smaller boxes. These are heavy! As we started, my friend asked me how my back was. I thought, how did she know I'd had trouble? Then I realized she was only commenting on how we'd have to do heavy lifting. I answered the only way that I could, in truth: "My back is perfect." It was!

The second healing followed just a week later. I had strong pain in my side, and felt that there might be something wrong internally.
Once again I began to pray. I drew quietly and closely to God in my thought. What I heard was "This isn't what is going on." I would hear that message several more times in the hours that followed. I took it to mean that what God saw in me, and what God was doing in me, wasn't this. There was something else that was true, something "very good" (see Genesis 1).
I spent time in quiet, reaching out to God, arguing within my thought that all that could be true about me was what God, my Creator, was doing in me. It could only be healthy and good.
As I was doing this, I had a sense that the problem was fear. I didn't know what exactly the fear was about, but I understood that it needed to be healed for healing to appear in my body. I thought of a father mentioned in the Bible, who sought help from Jesus for his anguished son. The father said "Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief." (Mark 9) In similar manner, I prayed earnestly, "Lord, where I am afraid, help thou my fear." After a little while, I felt a mental shift take place. I knew that the fear had been healed. I still didn't know what it was, but I believe that the action of drawing close to divine Love took me to a place in thought where the fear could not go, where it could not longer be part of me.
The pain began to go down. It gradually dissolved over the next day or so, and it hasn't returned.
I am so grateful!

​-KK