To be made free—morally and physically

In the small coastal town where we lived in the United States, preparations were underway for the annual, weeklong Fourth of July Independence Day celebration, which includes a parade on the last day. It was our first summer in our first house, and this promised to be a wonderful affair!

With three small children anxiously awaiting to join in on the fun, the countdown to the parade had begun. On Sunday, July 1, I was looking forward to attending church at the Christian Science Society near my home, which included crossing the border into Canada. But that day I had to decide if I was up to the trip, because since early morning I hadn’t been able to shake some discomfort in my side. Although I was praying to see the impossibility of anything getting in the way of keeping my commitment to church and the upcoming festivities, I hadn’t felt much relief.

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