The physical healing in my immediate family has been very wonderful, but far more marvelous is the spiritual regeneration. During my childhood I attended the Congregational Church with my parents, who were members of that denomination. Many of my dearest friends, however, were Episcopalians, and I frequently went to church with them. I learned to love the Episcopal service, and when old enough to decide for myself, I determined to become a member of the Episcopal Church, if I could gain my parents' consent. This was finally granted, and I was confirmed shortly after my sixteenth birthday.
For a few years I was perfectly content with my chosen faith; but as time went on I became gradually impressed with a growing sense of lack and unsatisfied longing. The next few years seem an utter blank, so far as any religious growth is concerned, and I drifted into a state of apathy and indifference, dangerously near one of absolute unbelief.
I spent nearly two years of my school life in a convent, but Catholicism never appealed to me in the slightest degree.
