Is God for real?

Barbara Shutt Wallace

I was eleven years old and about to start sixth grade. Everything was great, except for one thing. Actually, several things. There were these two big ugly warts on top of my hands and one little one underneath a finger. I tried to hide them for a while—which was hard to do, because one was growing bigger and was right in the middle on top of a finger.

I just wanted to get rid of them fast, because they embarrassed me at school in front of my friends. So I asked my mom if she would take me to a doctor to have the warts removed. She said that she would, and we went to a hospital where a doctor surgically removed the two warts on top of my hands. Now I didn't have to hide my hands. But almost a month later, the warts began to grow back again—even larger than before.

This time I decided to think more seriously about what I had been learning in the Christian Science Sunday School about God and His power to heal. I really liked what I had learned from the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy. I was beginning to find out that God is Love, Mind, Spirit. It was good to hear that God is our loving Father-Mother, who created me, my family, friends —everyone—in His likeness, and that we are actually spiritual and perfect. God constantly cares for, guides, and protects all His children.

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