From early childhood I have had a deep love for God. I often used to listen for that voice within to tell me what to do, but I did not know how to really depend on it. My father was a home missionary, and my mother had taught me that God alone gives life. I decided quite young to be a foreign missionary. However, after I married I stopped going to church for twelve years.
When my son was one year old, he became very ill, and the doctor told me that he did not think he would live. A few months before this a Christian Scientist had visited in our home, and I had learned to love her. However, because relatives told me such awful tales about Science, I had not asked her about her religion, and I was still not ready for it; so I turned to a chiropractor. But the child was not healed.
Soon after that I began to have severe headaches, and a doctor told me that I would have to be operated on for gall bladder trouble. As I did not want that, I went to the chiropractor for treatments for myself, but I received little help.
