Guided along the way

Every summer while my sister and I were growing up, we would move downstairs to our family room for two weeks so that our rooms could be used by students going through Primary class instruction in Christian Science nearby. Every evening we had dinner with them in our formal dining room. I remember its being a special time, especially for the guests, and I knew I would want to go through class someday, too.

Even though my mom gently mentioned the possibility of my taking class early on after college, I felt I needed to get married first to be certain I’d know where I was going to live. It’s funny how we outline things for ourselves sometimes. Well, I did get married and within the first year, got pregnant. Oh my goodness—I thought I could not have a baby without going through class! I set out to find a teacher. My husband, although not a Christian Scientist, was fine with my taking two weeks to go to class; however, he did not want me to stay in a hotel in an unfamiliar town. 

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