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. 

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