Lively stones in a spiritual house

By Alexandra Hawley——Atherton, California

When our children were quite young, my husband traveled about 50 percent of the time on business, and I was active performing in concerts and teaching flute. By the time Wednesday evenings rolled around and I had briefed the babysitter and tucked the children into bed, I often felt tired enough to turn in as well.

But as I would drive to church and catch sight of the lighted steeple ahead, I'd be so filled with love that I'd make a little pact with myself just to leave those tired feelings outside the front door. Invariably, I'd feel so enlivened by the testimony meeting that when I came out again, I wouldn't retrieve the fatigue.

I had attended a Christian Science Sunday School since the age of three and had joined The Mother Church (The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston, Massachusetts) at the end of my senior year in high school. Little did I realize then that just two years later, I would have met the man of my dreams, married, and moved from the East to the West Coast of the United States. And just two years after that—right after I'd graduated from college—we moved abroad for four years.

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