I was in a hotel room that was unpleasant—it was a drab room, with no color. A shade was off one window. I was in the second week of Christian Science class instruction. I was alone, and it was my birthday. Family members had called me, and I was grateful for their caring thoughts.
But I had been having a tough time. I was feeling a lack of ability because of my background and understanding. I felt there wasn't enough time for me to ponder every idea that was coming to me.
My daughter-in-law had suggested that some day I might want to go through class instruction, saying it had been so important to her. I had traveled to meet one teacher of Christian Science, to discuss the possibility of my being included in his next class. During this interview I had explained to him that I did not have a good background in the Bible stories or the general history of the Bible. Also that I had entered into the study of Christian Science when my children were younger, while it seemed that most of the members of my church had been Christian Scientists all their lives. The teacher had replied that these were not causes for concern.
