Never beyond God's help

I was alone in my bedroom lying on the bed. The pain in my chest was so intense that I couldn't move. My daughter was visiting for the weekend, but she was still asleep in her room with the door shut, and her husband was in the living room at the other end of the house watching television. My husband was out making a delivery to a hay customer. I couldn't cry aloud for help—but I didn't think anyone would hear me anyway. Was I helpless? What could I do?

Words from a hymn in the Christian Science Hymnal were the first to come to my rescue:

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