How I Found Christian Science November 21, 2011 Issue

'Megadoses' of Life, Truth, and Love

Wanda Y. Richard—Estacada, Oregon, US

For as long as I can remember, I have been a seeker. An extremely shy, introspective young person, I steeped myself in creative musical expression, original poetry, and exhaustive reading, seeking to satisfy what felt like an insatiable longing for meaning, direction, and peace in my life. There was always an inner hunger to know the truth of things, which would not be quelled.

When I was 12 years old, while consciously knowing nothing yet of God as “a very present help in trouble” (Ps. 46:1), I was marvelously and instantaneously healed of a lifelong physical affliction that had been very humiliating for me. At my wits’ end one night, I reached out to God with everything in me, mentally saying, “God, if you are real, please heal me!” and then I went to sleep. The condition never returned. From then on the idea of God was never far from my consciousness, though time and events tended to crowd out the many patient knockings of divine Love at my heart’s door.

My father passed on when I was still quite young, leaving me with a feeling of having lost him when I needed him the most. (Not until many years later, when Truth replaced the sense of grief and bewilderment with understanding, was I able to come to terms with his passing.)

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