When I was 16, I had a couple of different healings that deepened my understanding of Christian Science. The first happened toward the end of my junior spring, during softball season.
Throughout my life I have had many opportunities to learn and grow in Christian Science by reading and praying alone, but I’ve also found that there’s a lot to be learned from sharing concepts and spiritual ideas with others. This was the case last summer, when I spent several months as a counselor-in-training [CIT] at a summer camp for Christian Scientists.
For a couple of years I had warts all over my hands. I was very bothered by them to the point of sitting on my hands or keeping them folded up in my lap.
I had a healing! It’s one that I’m so grateful for. What came to me was a desire to praise God and to see His full expression in myself and everyone around me.
Two teacher friends I know, Todd and Jeff, enjoyed hanging out together, but they were also competitive and often played creative tricks on each other. Once, Todd tied a lot of forks and spoons under the hood and on the radiator of Jeff’s car so that when he started the car in the morning to go to work, it would sound as if the engine were clanking and falling apart.
Many people would gladly jump at the opportunity to live in Hawaii, but I didn’t feel the same. When my parents told me we were moving there, I threw myself down on the ground and burst into tears.
Last year I began a study abroad year at a university in Munich, Germany. In the first month, I immediately had many opportunities to learn more about God, to put into practice what I was learning, and to experience healing.
On a Friday, late last August, I was volunteering and helping with the last day at a camp. The next day was a big paddle board race I had trained for all summer, and my official cross-country season for school was starting on Monday.
I have attended the Christian Science Sunday School since I was a young child. I’ve loved learning about my spiritual identity and that God always keeps me protected and safe.
Ever since my first year of summer camp, when I overcame homesickness, I’ve used the analogy that we are like snails and turtles, taking our home with us wherever we go. I like the idea that our home isn’t a place; our true home is our consciousness of God’s presence, where we can feel loved, and close to our family and friends, whether they are physically with us or not.