Article May 28, 1990 ISSUE

Does it really matter that I exist?

In discovering our true worth, we need never settle for less than our Father's loving assessment of us.

Suzanne B. Soulé

When I was growing up, I was always being told that I looked just like my mother. People sometimes even addressed me by her name! I began to wonder if I was really important as myself, or if I would just always be like somebody else. It wasn't that I didn't like my mother—I just wanted to feel that I was needed for my own qualities. I knew that my family loved me, but I wondered if it would make any difference to anyone else if I just disappeared from the face of the earth. Did I have a purpose in life?

At the time, I thought that I was the only one in the world who had ever struggled to find a sense of self-esteem, and I didn't think that there was anyone who could help me. However, from a very young age I had been attending a Christian Science Sunday School, and I felt sure that by learning more about what Christian Science teaches, I could learn to be at peace with myself.

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