As I watched my dogs over the next hour, it struck me how different their expectations for the day were from mine. I was trying to feel joyful anticipation, and they were just doing it.
Working in the medical field had been becoming more and more of a wilderness experience for me. With a growing dissatisfaction with, and doubt about, what I had studied for years, I was feeling lonely, and even fearful.
I realized that accepting even small, seemingly inconsequential losses leads to the larger concession to loss of life and must be resisted in whatever form presented.
This competitive swimmer was losing herself in the sport—and not in a good way. Read on to find out how she rediscovered her love of swimming—and found herself.
Maybe she’d always gone to Christian Science Sunday School because her parents wanted her to, but when when this teenager found herself stuck in the middle of a storm, she suddenly understood that there was a lot more to her attendance than she’d realized.
Even though I could not physically be there at the school to help my daughter, nor could I tell her my thoughts when she wasn’t interested in hearing them, there was a way I could help that was more powerful and effective than any other means or method: yielding to God in prayer.
The choice to seek spiritual healing is not based on trying to prove that other methods are wrong; it is truly based on a love of the growth and deepening that happens when we seek to understand more fully the nature of God.
God’s tender messages, or angels, feed those mourning a great loss with spiritual inspiration. Tenaciously holding to these comforting messages is strengthening.