Article October 27, 2014 Issue

The infinite possibilities of God’s love

Kristin Helmore

The first time I consciously felt God’s healing power, I was 14. I had been going to boarding school in England and was very homesick. Homesickness is like depression. It’s a dark cloud that hangs over everything. I remember thinking with absolute certainty: “Well, that’s it. It’s all over. I’ll never be happy again.”

I wrote so many tear-stained letters home that my mother decided to rescue me temporarily. She came over and took me to visit friends in Rome for Christmas. Sounds lovely, but that didn’t result in a healing. The cloud was still there, just waiting to cover the sky again when I went back to school.

The friends we were visiting were Christian Scientists. It was through them that I had attended Christian Science Sunday School since I was four. I’m sure the mother knew of my distress and encouraged me to trust God. Anyway, I vividly remember reading the Christian Science Bible Lesson one day in their apartment.

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