It had been a busy day, culminating that afternoon in an active romp with my three–year–old grandson. We'd been playing "cowboys." Finally, I said, "Whoa, little cowboy—let's take a break. Meemaw's tired." Without missing a beat, and with a huge grin on his face, he replied, "You're not tired, Meemaw. You're happy!"
That was quite a statement. You might even say it was a spiritual truth he spoke. After all, in his eyes, how could I possibly be tired and happy at the same time? And he knew I was happy. I couldn't help but be both amazed and delighted by his innate grasp of a fundamental spiritual law. That one short statement—and the confidence and trust with which it was delivered—immediately healed me of fatigue. Instead of being tired, I felt pure joy for the opportunity of having my grandson spend a few hours with me.
Later, I thought about what had happened that afternoon. Without his even knowing it, my grandson had given me Christian Science treatment. He had declared an absolute truth—that it's natural to be happy and joyous. And he hadn't been taken in by the opposite view that I could have been worn out by too much activity. Because I'd been receptive to what he said, the fatigue had just melted away.
