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Love is what’s real
One morning I got up to get ready for school but didn’t feel well. It was going to be an art day, and I like art a lot. I watched my brother and sister go outside and get on the school bus. I wished I could go with them. Instead, my dad helped me into my room.
While I was in my room I did my homework and also thought about a healing my Sunday School teacher told us. She had a headache one day and knew it was just bad thoughts, or “error,” trying to make her think God, Love, wasn’t with her. She knew she could pray and lift her thinking above the error, so the error would disappear. Instead of saying the day was ruined because she was feeling bad, she felt her thoughts being lifted up, up, up, to God’s love. She was healed.
The teacher also told us that God is good and is All. If God doesn’t make something, it doesn’t exist. I tried lifting up my thoughts to God. It didn’t work right away, because I had a lot of other thoughts like “My stomach doesn’t feel well” and “I don’t want to talk because my throat hurts.”
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