As a small child I was very religious, and loved to go to...

As a small child I was very religious, and loved to go to Sunday school and learn all I could about God. I am still very grateful for the loving instruction I received in that Sunday school. However, I was much impressed and weighed down by the misery of humanity. One day we were told in Sunday school that God had a plan and His plan was perfect, but that it did not turn out as He expected. I vividly recall with what dejection I walked home, thinking that if God could not accomplish what He set out to do, what was the use of a mere little girl trying.

What a relief it was to find out the truth as revealed in Christian Science—that God's plan is perfect, is carried out perfectly, and is never changed, and that all that needed to be changed was my own erroneous concept of God's perfect creation. Since then I have had many proofs that this is the truth. I am very grateful for the protection we experience as we rely on God's presence and power. Of many healings a few stand out.

After an absence of two days I came home to find my elder daughter had injured her ankle in tobogganing the day before. It was swollen, and she could not bear her weight on it. I immediately declared that nothing had happened to God's idea, and held to this thought for about an hour, until some guests left. Then I read aloud from Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy for about a half hour. My effort was to shut out this wrong suggestion of accident immediately before it gained any entrance into my consciousness. As I was reading my daughter got up to walk across the room, never thinking of her foot until she had walked some steps, when she exclaimed, "Mother, I don't feel it at all!" The healing was permanent.

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