God’s unending supply
There was a time when our family was destitute , as my husband’s business had failed. We were completely broke—without money to pay for food, clothing, or the mortgage. And we had two children. I had just embarked upon a full-time public healing practice in Christian Science, and my income was modest. Yet, I felt I should not leave this vocation. I realized this was my calling, to help people through prayer.
While it would have been easy to blame my husband for our dire financial situation, I instead asked myself where I really believed my supply of good came from. Did it come from my husband, my work, money in the bank—or from God? As I prayed, I realized this was an opportunity to reject any suggestion of lack and to demonstrate God’s abundant supply through His spiritual ideas meeting the human need.
Deep down I knew this to be true: God is the source of all good and is the most reliable, constant, generous provider. The thought that I could be forced to leave my healing practice for financial reasons, or that our family could be left homeless and penniless, wasn’t consistent with my concept of God as infinite good. Mary Baker Eddy, the Discoverer of Christian Science, writes in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures that Christian Scientists have “enlisted to lessen evil” (p. 450), and I saw lack as an evil because it denies God’s goodness and perfect care for us.
I decided to open my thought and strive for more expansive, spiritual views of existence. I started a deep study of the Bible and Mrs. Eddy’s writings. In the Bible’s book of Isaiah we read, “Thy Maker is thine husband; the Lord of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called” (54:5). I saw that God was my true husband; He was the one I was dependent on and the one who would meet our family’s needs.
Each day I strove to center my thought on God. I consistently claimed my husband’s spiritual identity, appreciating his good qualities, such as love for his family and creative genius as a designer. I knew that these qualities came from God, the divine Mind and Soul of everyone. Whenever I would see undesirable qualities being expressed in my husband’s personal or business matters, I would affirm that God is the only Mind of us all and that my husband expressed Mind’s orderliness, integrity, and wisdom.
Consistently praying with these ideas for some time, I gained a clear sense of my husband’s true, spiritual identity, and my trust in God to provide for us was strengthened.
One day I went to the cupboard. It was bare of any food to give my daughter for lunch, and we didn’t have the funds to buy more. I went to my desk and prayed to know that God, divine Spirit, is the substance of all things. I thought about how the children of Israel were fed in their journey through the wilderness with daily manna and how Jesus was able to feed thousands with a few loaves and fish (see John 6:5–13) because he knew that God, Spirit, has unlimited resources to bless His children. We have only to acknowledge this fact in order to see evidence of it.
Just then the phone rang. It was a friend, who said, “Adela, we are having a special lunch. You must come over and share it with us and bring your daughter.” God’s abundance was demonstrated.
Our family never ran out of food again. And day after day all our needs were met in surprising ways. Often there was just enough income on the day a utility or other bill was due to enable it to be paid. I saw more clearly that the individual needs of everyone in our household were already met, because we were all God’s children, and as such, each one of us was a complete idea, reflecting all good.
I prayed deeply about home because we had to make monthly mortgage payments in order to keep a roof over our heads. This Bible passage reminded me that our true home couldn’t be taken from us: “We know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens” (II Corinthians 5:1). As there was often a concern that our home might be repossessed by the bank, I acknowledged often that the home we lived in was maintained by God.
When I was anxious, I would take my concerns to God—to “the house of the Lord” spoken of in the twenty-third Psalm (verse 6)—and claim my household’s undisturbed peace. I would regularly affirm that my home was God-centered, grounded securely on the rock of Christ, the true idea of God. I barred my mental door against criticism and the belief of lack and affirmed that we all lived in the house of the Lord. As a result, the stressful feelings would subside, and the necessary funds would always arrive in time to pay the mortgage. This evidence of God’s goodness continued.
Eventually, my husband and I separated, and some years later, he passed away. During the many years I lived alone, I lived in a lovely apartment, relying entirely on income from my Christian Science practice, and lacked nothing. Sometimes my needs were met in such seemingly miraculous ways it was as though I had pulled a coin from out of a fish’s mouth, as Jesus directed his disciple Peter to do in order to pay their taxes (see Matthew 17:24–27). This provision was such a joy to see.
A few years ago I remarried, and the home my husband and I enjoy reflects God’s abundance and beauty.
The author of Psalm 23 rejoiced in God’s infinite blessings, writing, “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. . . . Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever” (verses 1, 6). In Science and Health, Mrs. Eddy gives us the spiritual sense of this psalm, defining the house of the Lord as “[the consciousness] of [love ]” (p. 578).
Each one of us dwells in the consciousness of divine Love and can take comfort in knowing we can never be separated from this Love. Surely, God’s goodness and mercy follow us—and maintain us—every day of our lives.
The author's daughter writes:
Growing up, I can never remember going without anything our family needed. My mother never told me I couldn’t do any good and right activity because we didn’t have enough money for it. I attended ballet classes throughout my adolescence and well into my twenties, and we always had enough money to pay for the tuition and concerts. In later years, I realized the depth of my mother’s prayers to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. This was done in such meekness that as a child I never felt an anxious thought or any resentment enter our home. Once I left home to start my own life, I realized the importance of praying for home, that it was our thoughts that made a home either harmonious or discordant. I am grateful that my mother taught me this valuable lesson from an early age. My memories of childhood and family life are of unlimited supply, joy, and peace.