Not gently, but forcibly, at times, the stubborn human will can be turned toward God's will in divine Science.
For about four years I had suffered convulsive bouts with asthma, which came with greater frequency and severity. I desperately clung to life despite warnings to my family from the doctors that I could not outlast the seizures. My husband suddenly passed on, and fear and false responsibility possessed me with the thought that if I were to lose my hold on life our child would be left totally uncared for.
I struggled through two weeks of mounting helplessness, or so I then thought. I was alone, and, when in extremity I turned to God, the phone was two rooms away from my sickbed. With what seemed exhausting effort, I finally reached the phone and faced the dilemma. A doctor, an ambulance, a hospital—again? There seemed no time to spare. I thought of Christian Science with the question, "What is it?" I didn't know, but I dialed the number of a Christian Science practitioner and met instant response. The practitioner understood my gasped call for help.
