Article May 26, 1997 Issue

God's husbanding care

Helen Lapp

When I was a fairly recent widow, I bought a small house that appealed to me. It had no basement, only a "crawl space," a shallow excavation under the whole house, which allowed access to plumbing and wiring. The first November I was there we experienced unusually heavy rains, and when the rains ceased I found that instead of a crawl space I had a swimming pool. It was necessary to rent an immersion pump and lower it two or three feet through an opening in the concrete block foundation on which the house rested. The pump removed the water, but the next morning I was to remove the pump and return it to the owner. It was a frosty morning, and I was faced with forty feet of very stiff plastic pipe that had to be rolled up to go into the trunk of my car. But the pump turned out to be so heavy I couldn't lift it out through the window. I didn't know any neighbors, and the task at hand was beyond me.

At that point I turned to God and said, "I don't know what to do about this, but You do and I will listen for Your direction." I felt totally sure that God would answer my prayer. I knew that I was actually God's complete spiritual idea; for that reason, I was already supplied with all that I could ever need. That supply was in the form of spiritual ideas, divine intelligence. Man's spiritual completeness becomes evident in human experience as we acknowledge that, as His spiritual children, we live and move in God and can never be separated from the fullness of His love.

My prayer proceeded from the conviction that God's infinite wisdom and love are ever available to bless us. Science and Health cautions, "Wait patiently for divine Love to move upon the waters of mortal mind, and form the perfect concept. Patience must 'have her perfect work' " (p. 454).

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