For as far back as I can remember, I have always felt God’s presence. As a little girl, I loved to go to Sunday School.
I wasn’t the least bit interested in religion. It surely wasn’t for me, or so I thought.
When I was a little girl, my grandmother gave me a pendant that had been hers as a teenager. As I grew up, I always remembered the tiny mustard seed that was suspended within it.
When I was in middle school, I began asking deeper and deeper questions about God. I had been given a Bible, which I revered greatly, but I didn’t really understand it, although I loved the psalms and parts of Isaiah.
I was brought up in a belief system that said that I was a sinner from birth and that I was flawed. The God that I learned about was loving, yet judgmental.
My introduction to Christian Science was the fulfillment of the biblical promise “Ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart” ( Jeremiah 29:13 ). Many years ago, when my father was ill and not expected to survive, I began to think deeply about the meaning of life, and wonder who we really are and what our purpose is for existing.
I started studying Christian Science in 2014. For about four years prior to this, I felt God actively leading me.
It was the early 1990s, and I was living in Paris. I had been praying for many years to find a religion that would help me learn about God.
In the early 1990s, as part of my graduate school program, I took a class on environmental policy. The professor assigned The Christian Science Monitor , telling the class it was the best newspaper for coverage of environmental issues and that we could skip the religious article in the back.
I remember as a young girl having the book Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy in our home. I don’t recall reading it or having anyone read it to me; I think a friend had given it to my mother.