I bounced out of bed a few mornings ago walked to my closet and realized there was no pain in my ankle.
“Really,” I exclaimed in a bit of surprise to myself. I paced around to test my foot, and there was still no pain. Absolutely none! My ankle was fine.
The day before, you see, I sprained my ankle playing a singles tennis match. My foot turned severely to the side and left me hobbling around the rest of the day.
I was so busy with other activities I hadn’t taken time out to specifically pray about my ankle, but around 9 p.m., while catching up on some spiritual reading, I stopped everything and gave the condition proper metaphysical attention.
In my prayers, I strove for a more spiritual concept of body.
There is one body, the body of Spirit. I understood. And whatever is true about the body of Spirit, is true about my body as a reflection of Spirit, I continued.
In the body of Spirit, there is no accident, no injury, and no pulled muscle. The muscles of Spirit are infinitely flexible. They are ideas that can never be pulled out of shape, stretched too far, ripped beyond repair or injured, I declared.
I thought about the idea of 7. Can the idea of 7 be injured? Can it ever be overtaxed, stretched beyond limit, or pulled out of shape? No. An idea can be used without limit and still retain its original perfect shape and form.
The muscles of my true body in Spirit could never be stretched beyond a limit for there are no limits in Spirit. Spiritual ideas are never less than a perfect spiritual idea no matter how they are used. They are infinitely flexible. No matter how far they might be “stretched” they would instantly snap back to their original position without any evidence of harm. My muscles were fine. There was no reason for complaint, I decided.
I lost myself in truth, forgot about my ankle, and went to bed with peace of mind.
The next morning, the pain was gone. And I was walking around with no injury. Yay!
I’m so grateful for Christian Science. It heals.