For many years I suffered from allergies. I lived near a lake with trees and flowers that sent me into a tailspin each new “allergy season”—which is what I had long since convinced myself the season was called, as my father had also suffered throughout the spring with allergies.
I gave some prayerful thoughts to the condition each spring, but relief through prayer was intermittent, because I was merely trying to rid myself of the symptoms, rather than addressing the real heart of the issue. But finally I asked myself, “Why am I letting the belief of an allergy season control me? I don’t need to put up with this for one minute longer!” I firmly “stamped my feet” in thought against the premise that God could create a season that could be harmful toward His children. I also took a strong stance in prayer against the belief that I could have inherited allergies. I declared that I was susceptible to no power other than my Father-Mother God, good.
I prayed with Hymn 144 in the Christian Science Hymnal which tenderly tells us:
In atmosphere of Love divine,
We live, and move, and breathe;
Though mortal eyes may see it not,
′Tis sense that would deceive. (adapt., © CSBD)
I thought deeply about the meaning of those words. I began to understand that there was no other atmosphere in existence except that which is divine. Could there be two atmospheres, one spiritual and another material? No! Not if God is All and fills all space. In reality, every breath I took was filled with the beauty of Love’s creation, a beauty that was all around me—seen in the blooming glory of spring, God’s reflection of loveliness.
I could breathe in only divine Love’s atmosphere, which could not be harmful. It was only a sense of life in matter that had deceived me into believing that I was a mortal, subject to seasonal allergies. And it was only a belief that seasonal changes can hurt that had muddled my awareness that God’s reality, perfect Love, was all around me.
The deception was over. I saw spring as God’s beautiful season, filled with blooming flowers, crystal blue lakes, and gorgeous green trees. I saw that grass and plants were harmless, because they were the expression of God’s nature. I accepted this as true, and knew that this was what God made—and what God made was a perfect creation in which God and man coexist in harmonious unity.
That was the end of the allergies. What I had suffered with for over 40 years was gone. It is now ten years later, and spring is wonderful. Each spring I recognize the beauty of God’s season all around me, blessing me and each of us with its gorgeous grandeur of color and newness.
I am very grateful to share this healing and to offer assurance to others that nature, rightly viewed, “teaches God’s love to man” (Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 326).
Westlake Village, California, US