"Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." I never...

"Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." I never read this quotation but there comes a desire to tell from what bondage Christian Science has freed me. My father was a physician and surgeon and my mother had studied medicine along certain lines. At the age of seventeen I took up the profession of nursing and practised some eight years. It was my whole life, and I talked, ate, and slept with medical law as my guidance. Needless to say it finally became my Waterloo, and during my years of nursing one complaint followed another until the time came that I recognized I was a mental and physical wreck.

No organ in my boby was in a healthy condition. I was said to have Bright's disease, heart trouble, chronic ulcer of the stomach, also bowel disorder and anemia. I had undergone five operations, and was helped somewhat, but other complications set in which were worse than those that had before existed, among them nervous prostration, the drug habit, also despair of ever being well. Several times I had attempted to take my life, and I learned that drugs or poisons cannot kill unless there is fear of them. There was nothing I desired more, or a thought I clung to more closely, than death as a deliverer and friend.

It was while in a semiconscious state, as the result of another attempt to end existence, that a blessed messenger of Love, in the form of Christian Science, with a hope of life, health, and usefulness, was brought to me. I was healed within a week, and for two months I tasted joy and relief such as I had never expected to know again. Unfortunately I was not ready to give up all for God, and when there came a call from a friend to nurse her through an illness, I went to her, and my study of Science was neglected entirely. Then for a year and a half I lived through all the old torments, besides many others.

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