As I left school one Monday afternoon, I found I needed to walk more slowly than usual. My knee felt stiff. When I got home, I began to pray—to listen to what the Christ, the healing message of God’s presence and power, was telling me. Because all that God creates—including me—is the reflection and expression of Spirit, I knew that matter could not be the source of my being. And I wanted to recognize that nothing could interfere with God’s harmonious government of me because God is the only power. 

I was tempted to be discouraged because of the teaching workload I was facing that week. But while I was praying, the assurance came that God was taking care of me. I requested a substitute teacher for the next couple of days, as I was now having trouble walking on my own. I wanted to listen uninterrupted to what Christian Science was revealing to me about my true identity. 

The quiet time was really helpful. My husband was giving me practical support, for which I was grateful, and I also called a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me. She reminded me that if in a dream you climb a tree and fall, when you awake you will find you are not hurt because it never actually happened.