Never Too Late

"It's too late," said a woman to herself, "too late to be healed of this now." Yet even as she spoke she knew deep within herself that it was not too late, that it is never too late for good, that God is good and nothing is impossible with God.

For half a dozen years or more there had been a growth on her body, a small but ugly growth which as time passed she had come to accept as belonging to her. Now through her study of Christian Science and her growing understanding of the omnipotence and omnipresence of God she was beginning to realize that such a condition was no part of her true being, for if had no actuality in the presence of God.

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