Article December 6, 1999 Issue

Dear Sentinel,

Devon Harrison

One day when I was at school, my head started hurting. I prayed that God is surrounding me with love, and I could never fall out of His arms. I said this prayer over and over silently.

Father-Mother God,
Loving me,—
Guard me when I sleep;
Guide my little feet
Up to Thee.

(Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, p. 69)

Even when my teacher was teaching, I listened to her and I listened to God. After school when I was on the playground, I met my friend Megan. We went to the library together, and along the way I still prayed. A little while later, I was completely healed.

I learned that I didn't need my parents at school because God is my parent. He is my Father-Mother God, just like it said in the prayer I prayed.

Devon Harrison
St. Louis, Missouri

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