My husband and I took Primary class instruction in 1968. Since this would be one of the most important decisions we could ever make, I suggested to my husband that we each pray separately to see which teacher we would be led to by God. It seemed almost certain that we would choose different teachers. To me, that was a sad thought, but I dismissed it because of how important I knew class would be for both of us. A few months later I told my husband, “I think I know who I want to take class from.” He answered excitedly, “So do I!” Braced for the possibility that we had chosen different teachers, I ventured that I had chosen someone from Boston. He said he’d chosen someone from Denver, and then we both were silent for a moment. When I finally told him who I’d chosen, he replied, “So did I!”

Before we married, I lived in New York, and I had known this teacher from when he lectured there, and from his work on the Christian Science Board of Directors when I had visited one Annual Meeting. My husband had learned of him from this teacher’s Committee on Publication work where we were living. 

It is impossible to describe the indebtedness I felt toward God at that moment. To think we would be able to take class instruction together was so perfect and awe-inspiring! How blessed for a young couple to be led by God in this way.

We continued to rely on God’s leading when we were unable to find affordable accommodation in Boston. We went to all of the places recommended by our teacher, but they were too costly and were fully booked. We were praying for God’s help, and finally someone told us she thought there was a new opening nearby. We inquired and were offered a weekly rate on a room with a kitchen. 

We were happy that God had provided the essentials of what we needed at a good price. Most of the furniture, however, was wrecked. Since two of the bed’s supports were broken, we had to take it off the frame to level it. This made the landlady suspicious of us.

It is impossible to describe the indebtedness I felt toward God at that moment.

On the third day of class, we were given the assignment to heal someone or some thing. At first, I couldn’t imagine what I was going to find, but I trusted God to supply the need. When I got back to our room, our landlady was verbally attacking my husband. The very ancient refrigerator had stopped working, and she fiercely accused us of breaking it. 

I knew this would be the focus of my prayer for healing that night. I prayed to see that this attitude couldn’t belong to one of God’s children. It took me quite a while to settle my thought because I had never been exposed to anyone who had even come close to acting this way. Writing up a Christian Science treatment pulled all my thoughts together, was inspiring to me, and made me give gratitude to God for His truth.

When we left for class the next morning, the landlady asked where we were going. I told her we were taking a class at The Mother Church. The conversation was far different from the night before. When I learned that she had never seen inside the church, I invited her to visit and told her how welcome she would be.

After class that afternoon, we came home to a totally changed person! She was so happy. She’d decided that she would get a new refrigerator for herself and put her used one in our apartment. The used refrigerator was in our room by the time we got there, and so our food was preserved. She added that she had lived there over 40 years and that my invitation to attend our church was the first one she had ever received. 

The radical change in her demeanor was proof to me that I could apply Christian Science and be sure of God’s good outcome. But more than that, that I could also rely on God to provide the patients that I would need for a full-time practice.