Hanging a gift card angel on my Christmas tree brings to mind...

Hanging a gift card angel on my Christmas tree brings to mind a healing that I am now ready to share. My father passed on when I was a teenager. My mother had to go to work. My grandmother came to live with us and to help us by sharing her pension check. I reacted to this situation with anger that continued for more than six years.

During those six years there were many healings. My mother, for example, at first earned only a meager income. By the end of this time she was very comfortably compensated for her work. I continued to attend the Christian Science Sunday School until I was twenty. I was healed of two sports-related injuries—a sprained ankle and a chipped elbow. I was also healed of a skin disorder on my ear. When, at eighteen, I applied for a full-time position, I was quickly employed and entered my third year of college still tuition-free. But I continued to hold to that anger.

February 3, 1997
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