My experience in Christian Science has been so marvelous that I am perplexed as to where I should begin to relate it. The seed was sown when I was little more than a child, and for more than thirty years this seed lay apparently dormant, but it was slowly and surely leavening the mass of pride, ignorance, and early religious training which filled my consciousness.
At last my boy of twelve was seriously afflicted with a nervous disorder which kept him out of school for a year. Doctors were helpless to relieve the condition, and I finally took him to a lower altitude for the summer. Even in this step divine Love was leading me, for one day a neighbor told my daughter that her little girl had been similarly afflicted, and had been permanently healed by Christian Science. After writing to my husband for permission, I sent for a Christian Science practitioner, and treatment was immediately begun, with the result that the boy was healed and was able to enter school in the fall. In five years he has never had a return of the trouble.
I began to read Science and Health without any thought of healing for myself, but because I was convinced that it contained the truth. I was then in the West for the second time on account of what was considered hereditary lung trouble. While I had improved somewhat, repeated medical examinations always resulted in the verdict that both lungs were affected and the utmost care and rest in the open air were a necessity. This was practically an impossible program for me to follow, so I struggled on as best I could, often too hopelessly weary and heartsick to care whether I lived or died, if it were not for my little ones.
