One afternoon while preparing to bake cookies with my grandson, I stepped on one of his metal toys. “Ouch! That stupid thing!” I exclaimed. I put it to the side and let go of my annoyance, and we continued with the baking.

The rest of the afternoon was so busy that I didn’t specifically pray, and there wasn’t even a spare moment to look at my toe, which was hurting. I was simply thinking in an almost lighthearted way: “Bake cookies. Done. Hang the laundry. Fold the laundry. Done. Do the dishes.” 

However, that evening as I walked to the train to go home, the pain had intensified to such an extent that the thought came to go to the hospital. But this thought was followed by another—that I could spend time praying according to Christian Science. I did that with gratitude, thinking through every idea that came from God as a comforting and loving message about His infallibility.