I had been living for many years in the middle of the violence in Northern Ireland, on a little piece of road in between the two factions of our divided community. On top of all the violence in the community, there was a lot of violence in my own home, and I was what can only be described as a battered wife.
As a sincere student of Christian Science, I had been praying about these challenges for many years, and had made a certain degree of progress in my own situation, but never seemed to rise fully out of it. I kept praying that God would show me what needed to be changed in my thinking. My only real motive or desire in all of this was to find out for myself what God was truly like.
Although I became a Christian Science practitioner (that is, one who helps other people through prayer), I didn't realize that my thinking was becoming embittered, hard, and—yes, it must be said—unforgiving.
