We read in Isaiah (12:2, 5): "Behold, God is my salvation. ... Sing unto the Lord; for he hath done excellent things;" and the Psalmist says (Ps. 118:15), "The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the tabernacles of the righteous." That is what we do in our testimonies—sing unto the Lord! Mary Baker Eddy in one of her beautiful hymns (Poems, p. 14), says,

In the past few years, when we were offered such beautiful opportunities for proving absolute harmony and the nothingness of error, I was time and again quickened by the waters drawn from "the wells of salvation," whereto God guided me.

In September, 1944, it had been planned that my daughter and I should move from the neighborhood of Arnhem to The Hague. I put everything in motion for the carrying out of this plan, being careful to guard against human thinking or human planning, and to listen to God. Then, I felt very strongly that I should wait and not go to The Hague at the beginning of September as my daughter's school demanded. September 17 presented itself to my consciousness as a date which I must await before doing anything definite. This was so very clear that I was astonished when I was able to find rooms at The Hague at about that time. I knew, however, that God would not allow His children to go if they should not, and a few days later the kind woman who was letting those rooms wrote to me saying that she felt on second thought that the rooms would not be good enough for me and that she very much hoped I might find better ones!

To human thinking this may seem a most unusual procedure for a landlady, but to the consciousness following God's leading it was perfectly natural. It proved afterwards, in view of the difficulties in the way of food and heating endured by those who lived in large towns that winter, and also in view of the fact that a V-2 bomb later came down in that particular square in The Hague, demolishing most houses, that we had been wonderfully protected.

On the morning of September 17, the date we all now know the attack on Arnhem was launched. I felt that certain house property I held in that near-by city was in danger. There was nothing at that moment to warn us of any activity other than normal, either by air or by land. Nothing, except that "still small voice." I gladly heeded it and set to work to know that man is in reality always protected and happy.

I spent an hour quietly with God, and at the end of that hour, without any further warning, the air attack on Arnhem started. Through those September days and the following winter months up to liberation day, the middle of April, my houses lay in a direct line of attack, but practically no damage was done. In September the enemy had a cannon planted next to these houses, which naturally drew fire. Shells and bombs blew away whole streets during the seven months' siege, but those houses stood.

Seven bombs fell in a munition depot not twenty yards away from another house inhabited by friends of mine where a great deal of my furniture was. Beyond slight damage to windows there was no harm done, and of all the houses in that street this was the only one of which all the front windows remained intact. During the next seven months, Arnhem being forcibly evacuated, this house too lay empty and uninhabited, but by knowing that nothing "that defileth" could enter home, spiritual consciousness, and by heeding God's voice and not the shrieks of error, I gratefully found that all the things which were of real value were safe.

During the winter, although our provisions often were entirely depleted, I refused to listen to the suggestions of lack and limitation, and the entire household responded. We felt no more fear, but just waited for the sureness of God's guidance, and every single time help came, mostly from quite unexpected quarters.

I also learned not to listen to news items which were handed to us secretly. These came through on hidden radios, and crossed and recrossed each other as tension increased. I grew to look upon them as an enumeration of symptoms to be handled in Christian Science as we would any other form of inharmony, sin, or disease. This gave me the opportunity of doing the grandest war work of all.

We were continually being told that the evacuation of Velp, the small country place where we lived, would inevitably follow that of Arnhem, and that it was imminent. But each time when I was told this I accepted the renewed opportunity of proving the falsity of error's fables. And each time as by a miracle, so people said, evacuation was averted and we went joyfully along our way.

When the liberating armies approached and we were being shelled continuously for days, we experienced many instances of protection from danger by heeding every warning Love sent us, as children accept a parent's word.

On the morning of liberation itself, after a night of fierce fighting during which I had slept continuously and peacefully, I awoke conscious that an aerial bombardment might be imminent. After I had worked quietly in Christian Science the fighting ceased, and the liberating army entered our village. Afterwards I heard that that morning a short time before an aerial bombardment had been ordered to start, it was called off, as the enemy had ceased firing.

For all these and many other opportunities of demonstrating our true being, I want to thank God. When we learn to accept the facts of true being as demonstrated by Christ Jesus and revealed to us by our beloved Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, we know indescribable peace.—Baroness Ella van Heemstra, Amsterdam, Netherlands.