"HI DARLING!" is how Myra Brown greets me when she opens the door of her apartment, which is tucked into a quiet New England village. And when I apologize for arriving empty-handed, having planned to buy flowers but finding myself, mile by mile, driving deeper into the rural countryside, she waves her hand dismissively, plunks two tea bags into two mugs and says, "Oh, I'm always so happy when people arrive without flowers!"
I soon find this opening remark of Myra's to be the secret of her well-known buoyancy: she finds a way to appreciate just about everything that presents itself in her path.
In a few minutes, we're settled at the kitchen table, talking about life—or more precisely, divine Life, as Myra came to know it, after being introduced as a small girl to Christian Science by her grandmother Sabrina (Briney), a native of Maine. "Briney wasn't an intellectual," Myra laughs, "She had real knowledge!" And during those Maine summers, Briney shared with her granddaughter the simple, abiding truths of God's love for His creation.