When our youngest daughter was born, she had...

When our youngest daughter was born, she had a birthmark that covered a large portion of her face. I was told that because the color of the mark was so deep, it would never simply go away. Being still fairly new to the study of Christian Science, I was disturbed by this pronouncement. The Christian Science practitioner I phoned for help turned me immediately to Mary Baker Eddy's poem "Christmas Morn." The last two stanzas were particularly comforting (Poems, p. 29):

August 24, 1981
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