When our house burned
It seemed like everything was falling apart. Our house had burned, and the whole top floor had been destroyed. My dad had lost his job and wanted a divorce from my mom. I needed new clothes but didn’t have any money. I didn’t know what to do, but one night on the phone with my mom, her firm but reassuring voice helped me understand that I should stay at college and not come home. Somehow, I was able to listen to my mom’s loving words and to trust, in a small way, that God was taking care of all of us.
But it seemed like a disaster. I was hundreds of miles away with no one to turn to and no way to support my family. I felt helpless and useless.
What was I going to do? I had learned in Christian Science Sunday School, and through many experiences growing up, that God takes care of us because He loves us—because He is Love itself. Love fills all space, and we can rely on it no matter what we’re facing. I’d read this idea in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, and it comforted me now: “Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need” (p. 494). I realized that even if I didn’t understand how it would happen, God, divine Love, would meet my needs and my family’s needs. This was a fact I could count on, and it brought me peace.
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