Our Father's care for my dad

When I was a young wife with a home, a family, and a teaching job, my father, who lived many miles away in Florida, needed some help. I flew down to see what I could do and found my dad had been placed, after surgery, in a crowded, unappealing recovery facility to recuperate. As I entered the room, my dad was overjoyed to see me but pleaded, “Get me out of here!” I tried to comfort him and assure him we would find a better situation, but he wanted a solution now.

When I was growing up, my mother, who was a devoted Christian Scientist, assured me that my Father-Mother God was there to care for me, no matter what. Now I needed that same assurance for my dad, also one of God’s children.

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