I have long been wanting to send in my acknowledgment of what Christian Science has done for me, but always felt as though there were nothing of real importance to write about, but as it is the little pearls that count I will relate an experience which I had this morning. For a day or two I had a claim accompanied with a great deal of weakness. I had been trying to overcome it myself; at times I would feel relieved, then it would appear again worse than before.
This morning, Sunday, error tried to keep me from attending church; as I am Second Reader, I felt I had to be there. When I arrived at the rooms where our services are held I was again overcome with faintness and weakness. I happened to pick up the February Journal, opened it, and read from the Mother's poem, "Satisfied,"—
It matters not,
What be thy lot.
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine—
Pure peace is thine—
Whate'er betide.
