When I was five years old, my mom took me to a Christian Science Sunday School for the first time. I continued practicing Christian Science until I was 26, when I met my soon-to-be husband, who was a devout member of another religion.
While pregnant with our first child, I decided it would be best if I converted to my husband’s faith. Yet, although I respected his church, there were certain beliefs I could never accept. When I started attending church services, I found it very different from what I was accustomed to, having been raised in Christian Science, and that it wasn’t speaking to me. Soon, I just went through the motions of “going to church.” I felt far away from God.
My marriage ended in divorce in 1999. At the time, I was working hard at a high-pressure job and had to manage two small children and a live-in nanny. I was overtaken with anger, fear, resentment, and a strong doubt that I would ever find true love. My social life was dismal, and the dating choices I made were a reflection of my state of thought—very bad!
