As a young child, I had a warm, radiant feeling that God was wholly good and that He loved me very much. Years of sound instruction, which I received as a pupil in the Christian Science Sunday School, deepened this conviction in my heart.
One afternoon during college I suffered with an intense earache. I had been trying to pray for myself but was so frightened and distracted by the pain that I found it difficult to concentrate. Finally in tears I phoned my father at his office and told him of my situation. He offered me tender assurance of God's healing power and said that he would be right home. I was touched by his willingness to drop everything to be at my side. But I also began to realize that as precious as my human father's love for me was, even greater still was my heavenly Father's love for me. I knew that my Father-Mother God was already at my side and would never leave me.
My dad read uplifting passages to me from the Bible, and Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, on the subject of "freedom." I glimpsed more fully that my status as God's beloved daughter included freedom from anything that was not good. Shortly I was well.
