Always loved

Friends were discussing the best gift they'd ever received—a red bicycle, their first car, needed cash. For me, it was a bowl of cherries.

My mother and I were very close. We lived just two blocks apart. It really was not so strange, then, that shortly after her passing, I got up in the middle of the night, walked the two blocks to her house, and sat on her doorstep. I was conscious only of an indescribable longing for her. As I looked down at my bare feet and my body clad in nightclothes, I sought to rationalize my behavior and called out to God, "But I expected more from You! I thought You would be of more help when I needed You." Immediately I thought of these words from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy: "The intercommunication is always from God to His idea, man" (p. 284). I resolved then and there to stop telling God how miserable I was and, instead, to listen to what He had to say to me.

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