Behind my desk at work there is a saying carved into the wood mantel of the fireplace.
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<p>Arctic regions, sunny tropics, giant hills, winged winds, mighty billows, verdant vales, festive flowers, and glorious heavens,—all point to Mind, the spiritual intelligence they reflect.
My path to Christian Science class instruction, and to the immense blessings that followed, had some interesting twists and turns.
My teacher couldn’t really express anything but God’s love toward the whole class, including me.
My high school years, from when I was 12 to 19 years old, were a dreadful period.
I had recently graduated from college and suddenly felt stripped of my sense of identity.
During 2007, I spent the weekdays in the city and weekends at our country home.
The morning after our son Jamie was born, I awoke to find three doctors surrounding my bed in the hospital.
Once we see from a spiritual viewpoint, we realize that God, good, includes not one iota of the human picture we’ve been accepting.