When our only daughter was about thirteen years old, the desire to have another child became very strong. I had been wanting one for several years, but we had put it off because of concern about finances. Now, my heart ached for one, and I told my husband that I could wait no longer; we would have to find a way to expand our family. He agreed, and we made many preparations, including refinancing our house and paying off our bills so that we could afford to live on just his salary. A year went by, and there was still no baby.
During this time, my husband had begun thinking about a career change. He worked full time in the city, but in his off hours, he would help people with their physical and emotional problems through prayer as a Christian Science practitioner. He had even rented office space on Saturdays for this work. His healing practice had been growing, and one day, he asked me if I would be disappointed if he left his job to devote himself full time to this new profession.
I knew how important this healing activity was, and how much it meant to him. But I also knew that it meant I would have to postpone my plans to have a second child yet again, and perhaps forever. All of our resources would have to be redirected in order to make this career shift possible. I wanted to be supportive, but deep down, I was heartbroken.