TeenConnect

It was his first mountain biking run during a long-awaited summer trip, so when he crash-landed after a jump, this teen wondered if the rest of his vacation was ruined. Fortunately, he quickly realized there was something he could do: He could pray.

Finding my way 

This young dancer thought she’d come to Europe to land a role in a ballet company. But it turned out that there were bigger—spiritual—lessons in store for her as she began to discover more about God’s care and guidance.

Exactly the right idea 

The best way of helping others is to pause in prayer and let Him give us the right idea.
Feeling ugly? So was this author. But it wasn’t a makeover, or new clothes, or a better haircut that helped her feel more beautiful. It was a better understanding of God.
A Christian Science Sunday School student shares some highlights from what she’s learned in Sunday School, and the way this “practical truth” has helped and healed her many, many times.
All are included in God’s family as His sons and daughters. God’s love isn’t imparted unequally, with some getting more and some being excluded. 
We all have those thoughts. Do this. No, do that. But how do you know if it’s actually God giving you direction? This author offers a clear way of knowing exactly when God is talking to you and what His voice sounds like.
When this author looked around at her friends, all she could see were their wonderful qualities—and her own inadequacies. How could she learn to love herself? Prayer brought unexpected answers.

Out of the woods 

Twenty campers.
Feeling in a rut with prayer, or maybe like you don’t even know how to pray? Check out this article for a variety of practical ideas to get you going. After all, says this author, “Prayer is the most wonderful adventure ever.” You won’t want to miss out.
As a college student, this woman was consumed by everything that was wrong with her life, and the “out” of suicide seemed like the only answer. Then a friend gave her a copy of Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy.
For my first three years of high school, I felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit.