Christian Science found me a wreck, mentally and physically. I had my family to support, and being a carpet weaver, the work at times was rushing and I felt my strength failing day by day. My daughter had heard about Christian Science, and that the Scientists never got tired, and I wanted to receive that blessing, so I could work more comfortably. I read the Bible, but could not understand it. I borrowed "Moody's Sermons," and in the book there was a Christian Science tract. I read it and reread it, then tried to put in practice what I read, declaring "God is my Life, my health, and my strength. In Him I live, move, and have my Being." I clung to the thought, for I felt it was the only way. That was my last day in tired-land. That was August, 1893, and I have never had a return of the thought since.
I was then living near Chadron, Neb. A few Scientists met at one of their homes each Sunday to have services. I thought if I had some good clothes for myself and children I would go; but I was so hungry for more Truth that I finally went with what I had, and I was very much surprised to notice that the lady of the house treated me the same as those dressed in rich apparel. There was such love manifest in every word and act that I entirely forgot my old clothes and went every time that I could. I did not think that I was making any progress myself, but I felt it was good to be there, and the desire was steadily growing for more of that love to be manifest in me, and I wanted to understand it better. The way was opened for me to move to Chadron, and there work at my trade.
In a short time the numbers increased so fast rooms were rented in the business part of the town, and I never missed a meeting when I was in town.
