The day that Christian Science was introduced to me marked the beginning of a complete reformation in my life. When my baby was but a few weeks old I was told that she had an incurable heart condition. I was also informed by several doctors that the only improvement which I might expect would be through my keeping her as quiet as possible. To preserve her strength I held her in my arms almost constantly day and night to prevent her from crying.
One ailment after another presented itself, and by the time she was one and a half years of age I was administering seven different medications to her daily. Frantically I reached out for a word of encouragement from anyone who would listen to me. A man to whom I told my sad story was a student of Christian Science. Tenderly bespoke to me of the healing power of this religion. As far as I recalled I had never heard of it before, except for a few derogatory remarks. The questions which I asked rather skeptically at first were answered with such profound remarks that I became interested.
Shortly afterward I borrowed a copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy from the local Reading Room and plunged into its study, determined to grasp the truth I knew it must contain. After reading it nearly through I employed the help of a practitioner. The child's condition began to improve slowly but steadily almost at once. The greatest battle was my learning to relinquish a false sense of responsibility for her. I was filled with such fear that I cautioned her to be careful in every move she made. However, I struggled daily to realize the true sense of parenthood and to trust God's ever-watchful care.
