See things as they really are

Recently I recalled vividly some of my childhood make-believe. I loved horses and riding, but I didn't have a pony of my own. Tucked away in an old barn, however, there was a grindstone on a frame, complete with saddle and pedal to make the wheel go round. I could sit for hours on that saddle, pedaling furiously, pretending that I was riding a real pony—uphill and down dale, almost feeling the wind and rain on my face, or so I believed! Nothing seemed impossible to that "pony" and me.

Since those days I have become a student of Christian Science, and I am learning daily and hourly the significance of what we accept as true of ourselves and of what we do, see, hear, and feel in the world about us.

Love's consciousness
November 8, 1982

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