My mother was a student of Christian Science before my birth. I have always felt blessed that I was raised in such a beautiful religion, and recall her telling me, whenever I would discuss a need with her, "If it is right and you need it, God will see that you have it."

When I was old enough to be moved from a kindergarten-age class, held in a small room in the Sunday School, to an older class in the larger auditorium, how happy I was to be able to read the quotations on the wall! "Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need" (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 494) was one statement. I have declared it many times since then.

While I was in high school, my mother had a nervous breakdown. Because she needed constant care, the Christian Science practitioner who was treating her recommended that we call in a Christian Science nurse. This was really a big step for our family to take, since my dad, although tolerant toward Christian Science, objected to strangers living in our house.

The nurse immediately took over the care of Mother, and of preparing and serving meals for Dad and me. The second evening she was with us she began to tell of some of the healings she had witnessed as a Christian Science nurse. Dad was usually accustomed to eating his meal in a hurry and leaving the table, but this night I think he took in more spiritual food than material! From then on, until Mother's healing took place, we had the privilege of learning how others had been healed through the application of Christian Science. This was also a turning point in Dad's opinion of Science, because he accompanied Mother to Christian Science lectures and always gave Christian Science credit for Mother's beautiful healing.

Several years ago I noticed a small growth on the side of my face. I didn't give it much attention, thinking it would disappear; but a week later it was still there, so I decided to get busy and work it out in Christian Science. I had read an article that explained how barnacles grow on the sides of large oceangoing ships and the only way to remove them is to put the ship in fresh water. Then the barnacles naturally fall away. I felt that this growth on my face could be likened to a barnacle and evidently I was wandering in the waters of doubt and fear.

The first thing I did was to stop looking in the mirror at this unpleasant sight! Then I began working with the statement by Mrs. Eddy in the textbook, Science and Health (p. 151): "The divine Mind that made man maintains His own image and likeness." I reasoned thus: If a manufacturer of a mechanical device, or electrical appliance, is willing to guarantee what he has made, certainly God, who made us His spiritual ideas, supplies us with assurance of unfailing good, an eternal guarantee that we will always express perfection.

One day I was with a friend who commented that I had a bit of dirt on my face. I brushed it off, and as I did so found it was a scab from the growth. No scar remained. It was a perfect healing, and my face was normal in appearance again.

For many years I often found it difficult to breathe when I went from a warm room into the cold outside air. Each time this took place I pondered some statement of Mrs. Eddy's, such as "the scientific statement of being" from the textbook (p. 468). However, time and again the condition would recur.

One evening I was with a friend, who was not interested in Christian Science; but when she saw my difficulty in breathing, she said, "Maybe it's the night air that disturbs you." A hymn tells us (Christian Science Hymnal, No. 144): "In atmosphere of Love divine,/We live, and move, and breathe." Instantly I saw that there was nothing in the "atmosphere of Love" to harm me. The healing was so immediate that I wondered why it had taken me so long to realize that truth. Then one day I read Mrs. Eddy's words in Miscellaneous Writings (p. 343): "The weeds of mortal mind are not always destroyed by the first uprooting; they reappear, like devastating witch-grass, to choke the coming clover. O stupid gardener! watch their reappearing, and tear them away from their native soil, until no seedling be left to propagate—and rot." That, I felt, was my answer.

I am grateful to God for the Way-shower, Christ Jesus. Christian Science continues to meet my daily need. I am not only grateful to Mrs. Eddy for discovering this wonderful religion and sharing it with us, but also that she had the foresight to establish the periodicals. They do indeed give us "daily strength for daily needs" (Hymnal, No. 46).

(Mrs.) Dorothy Reinhart Whiteman
Avon Lake, Ohio