Article December 7, 1899 Issue

Rest and Peace Found at Last

BY EMILY A. EASTMAN

Perhaps it would be well to tell somewhat of my life previous to coming into Christian Science. When in seeming prosperity, and all the world looked bright and beautiful, our dear little girl, three years of age, passed away. I was raised a Presbyterian, and had been a member of that church some years. When our minister came to comfort us, he said, "You must be reconciled to this, for it is God's will. He has taken her away to make you better, to draw you nearer to Him." My reply was, "He has driven me far from Him." I could not believe his words true, for my human father would not be so unjust.

From that time until Christian Science was presented to me, I was like a ship without a rudder. However, I would often take up my Bible, and read the beautiful promises written there, and say, this is beautiful, there is a God, but I do not know where, and I am sure He knows nothing of me, or I should not be sick all the time, and have so much trouble.

A few years after, came another overwhelming trial, when my husband was stricken down with creeping paralysis, now termed locomotor ataxia, and through his protracted illness and mismanagement of business, all earthly treasures seemed to vanish excepting my only son, a mere lad.

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