A few years ago I was a very sad and lonely young woman. The world was a frightening, uncaring place to live. My younger sister had been killed in a car accident, and for a long time all I could think about was how I wanted to die too. Friends trying to console me had said that her death was God's will—a part of His plan. But I couldn't accept this. I felt that if it was true God gave life only to snatch it away in an unsuspected moment, causing my family so much sorrow, then I could no longer love Him. I stopped attending the church I had been going to, dropped out of college, and although I appeared happy on the surface, I silently cried myself to sleep every night for over a year.
Then Christian Science came into my life. I married a young man who had attended the Christian Science Sunday School for several years. He didn't talk much to me about his religion, and the things he did say I often couldn't understand.
Shortly after our marriage, my husband was sent to another state for basic training with the Army. While he was away, I had many opportunities to visit with my new mother-in-law, and through her patience with my questions and her gentle guidance, I was ushered into the glorious world of Christian Science.
