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My family went to Mexico for the holidays. One night I was not feeling well, so I stayed at the hotel with my grandma while the rest of my family went out to dinner. Nana and I talked about how God would make me feel better, because I am His child. I learned in Sunday School that I am God's child. I also remembered the definition of children in the Glossary of Science and Health, which we sometimes use like a dictionary. It says, "Children. The spiritual thoughts and representatives of Life, Truth, and Love" (p. 582).
Shortly after that, I was feeling better. We went outside on the balcony. When we shut the door behind us, it locked. We were on the sixteenth floor of the hotel, and it was very dark and getting cold. We tried to pry the door open two or three times. It even started coming out of the frame since we pushed and pulled so hard. My grandma suggested that we sit down and pray and quietly listen.
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