I have been a student of Christian Science for more than fifty years and have had many convincing proofs of its efficacy when it has been understood and rightly applied.
When Science was first presented to me, I gladly accepted it because it was what I had been seeking for many years. Although having what the average young person had, I wasn't satisfied; I yearned to know God better. I knew very little about Him, but I could not accept the notion that the discord going on around me was God's will. Whenever disaster struck I would question in my heart: Where was God when this happened?
My first big challenge after finding Christian Science arose while I was living in a small town with my husband and little daughter. We were the only Christian Scientists in the area, and I was suffering from a severe nervous breakdown. At one point I found myself in the very depths of despair—not even caring to live. A Christian Science practitioner had been helping me through prayer for eight months, but I seemed not to be responding to the treatment. I had lost much weight and was so weak that I could only get around by pulling myself from one chair to another. Our neighbors and friends despaired of my recovery.
