Just six years ago I took up the study of Christian Science for eye trouble. I had not been able to read for a year. The difficulty was quickly met, and with it disappeared other troubles which physicians had failed even to relieve. I was so happy over this wonderful freedom that I felt every one must have the benefit of this healing power. I was fortunate enough to have very little opposition in my home. All went on beautifully for three years, when my mother passed away, then my father died suddenly eleven months later. I was left with an only brother who opposed Christian Science so bitterly at that time that I felt I could not stand the opposition. The mental strain brought on nervous prostration, and for two and one half years I felt from day to day that they had taken my God and I knew not where they had laid him. I suffered everything one could imagine. Afraid to eat or not to eat; afraid to go to sleep; to be alone, or to be with others; to stay at home or visit, even the dearest of all places, our little church. I dreaded to enter for fear some dreadful thing was going to happen. The fear of death hung over me constantly, but, thank God, I clung just as closely as I knew how to the Truth, and to-day I am rejoicing in the tender love and kind deeds of that brother. I have no fear of eating and sleeping, and I attend church with increasing charity for all, and have learned in a much larger measure that my "life is hid with Christ in God." I feel grateful for the knowledge I have of this truth. I find it a constant help in rearing my two little ones; in making me a better wife, mother, sister, neighbor, for it teaches me to see the good in others instead of the evil, and thereby destroy the unpleasant pictures.
In my darkest hours. Mrs. Eddy's writings, with the dear old Bible, bring a never-ceasing flow of courage, and brighten the way so that each night is forced to give place to the dawn of a new and brighter day.
Denver, Col.
