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The first time I prayed for myself
One Saturday my family had plans to go bowling, but that morning I woke up with a stomachache. I wanted to eat but I wasn’t hungry, and nothing tasted good. I just felt uncomfortable.
I told my mom how I was feeling. She reminded me about what I’d learned in the Christian Science Sunday School: that God loves me so much, and that because He loves me so much, I didn’t need to be afraid. God’s love would heal me. My mom said she would pray for me, and I went upstairs to take a nap.

November 16, 2020 issue
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From the readers
Kaye Cover, Carole Brown
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An expanded Sentinel experience
Jenny Sawyer
Articles
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Enough employment and provision for everyone
Betty Jean O’Neal
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Be a first responder
Judith Hardy Olson
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“Getting right yourself” and the widow’s mite
Herb Jung
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Stopping the loop of distressed thinking
Sandi Justad
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Transformed relationships and a harmonious life
Name Withheld
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The first time I prayed for myself
Anna Reighart
Testimonies of healing
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Clear vision restored after eye injury
Mark Torrel
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Prayer for harmony heals knee
Heather Hicks Reekstin
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Feeling the flood tide of God’s love
Phra Blakely
Poem
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If we knew only
Linda Manhart
Editorial
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No impasse in Mind
Michelle Boccanfuso Nanouche
- Bible Lens—November 16–22, 2020