No more carsickness

It used to be that no matter where I sat in a car, I would get sick to my stomach.

One Thanksgiving, my sister invited all of my family up to her house for dinner. I didn't feel well that morning, so I decided not to go. The rest of the family went, and I stayed home reading and studying the Bible and Science and Health. I prayed to understand that I didn't need to be carsick—that God hadn't made me that way. He'd made me strong and free, and I wanted to prove that.

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