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As I looked across the table at my husband one morning during...
As I looked across the table at my husband one morning during breakfast, I realized that I could not see the features on his face. My sight had been deteriorating, and now it was almost gone.
I determined to overcome this difficulty through prayer. As a student of Christian Science, I knew that the defective vision must disappear in the face of the fact that true sight is spiritual and unimpaired. So I prayed to raise my thought above the confusion of the material predicament in order to gaze into the continuous sunlight of Truth. In the light of Truth I saw God's man as expressing spiritual qualities. I then began to look for and find all kinds of good qualities in family, friends, church members, and even in those where they seemed most hidden.
Gradually my sight returned. One of the biggest lessons I learned was patience. I also learned to love more and not to be so critical. I became consistent in seeing a spiritual quality being expressed right where an unsightly character trait seemed to be.
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October 17, 1988 issue
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Thought is the clay
Constance L. Benac
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Peter at the nets
Jacob R. Moon
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The art of loving and serving others
with contributions from Ardis Krainik
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Words to live by
Jeannie J. Ferber
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POSITIVE PRESS
Charles Seivard
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Just open the door!
Robyn Weydert Edgerton
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No void
Helen G. Hasler
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Renewal
Ann Kenrick
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A future worth hoping for—a future worth working for
William E. Moody
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Overcoming giants
Jayne Gamble Green
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As I looked across the table at my husband one morning during...
Helen R. Billingsley with contributions from R. H. Billingsley
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Two summers ago one of my sons had a persistent cough
Laurie Jennings Hunt
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On a cold February day in 1936, during the great Depression,...
Anna Jane Watkins
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"Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every...
Jane W. Slaughter