About A Year Ago, I was really having a struggle with grief after the passing of my husband. He passed away on a Monday, and that Wednesday, as is true every Wednesday, I would normally attend my local Christian Science church's testimony meeting. When that day came, though, I spent most of it feeling that while I wanted to go to church, I would prefer to attend one in another town. That way I wouldn't know many of the people, and could enjoy the service and leave afterward without having to talk to anyone, avoiding the possibility that I might break down.
It has never been easy for me to control my emotions. I cry easily both when I'm sad and when I'm happy. As I was going out the door, though, the message came to me so strongly—"Virginia, you go to your own church!" It was as if a voice had spoken to me, and I obeyed it.
As soon as the First Reader, leading the service, read the first stanza of the first hymn the congregation was to sing from the Christian Science Hymnal, I knew why I needed to be there. Here are its encouraging words:
