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Breaking up with someone who has been important to you can bring a sense of loss, grief, hurt, and sometimes anger. But these feelings are not inevitable.

Seeking wisdom from the departed was quite fashionable in the 19th century. People would go to a medium to have a séance, in which it was believed the spirit of someone who had passed on could be called up, to communicate with them and offer advice.

Almost anyone who has a computer will certainly have seen this instruction at least once when downloading and installing updates: “Please keep your computer on. ” These updates ensure protection against viruses by closing potential security gaps in the software, and they improve the functioning of applications.

In and of themselves, what and if are innocuous words. But paired together, they can twist thought into worry, fear, or regret.

In 1995, my husband and I went on holiday to England with our two small daughters. On our last day there, my handbag went missing from the restaurant where we were having lunch.

In meeting and mastering all the various things that may confront us, the guidance we get when we turn to God certainly can be delightfully surprising. The Bible describes the adventures of a vast crowd of newly freed slaves, all following their leader, Moses, away from Egypt into an unknown future.

Some time ago I started making a concerted effort to thank God for every small evidence of His care. I used to think those little events were insignificant, and only the big healings warranted recognition.

“Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God” ( Psalms 20:7 ). I love this passage from the Bible.

It was supposed to be one of those simple drives into town—to drop off a package for mailing, pick up a loaf of bread, leave a bag of gently used clothes in a donation box.   I’ve learned, however, as a student of Christian Science, that even these so-called mundane tasks are often opportunities to learn more about one’s relationship to God—more about the healing nature of divine Love.

I grew up in the Deep South of the United States, during a time when segregation made it nearly impossible to know anyone outside of their own race. I was also aware of the prevailing belief that not everyone was loved by God.