A couple of months into our marriage, my husband and I found out I was pregnant. That same week my husband received an acceptance letter from a university, inviting him to its master of fine arts program on a full-ride scholarship. Overjoyed and anxious about these impending changes, my husband and I put our trust in God’s plan for us.
Five months later we had both resigned from our jobs in California, packed up our apartment, and driven across the country to our new town 3,000 miles away from our families. Anxious to establish our home, make friends, and prepare for the birth of our first baby, I found myself apprehensive, and turned to God for guidance. I took comfort in a statement by Mary Baker Eddy on page 206 of Science and Health: “In the scientific relation of God to man, we find that whatever blesses one blesses all, . . . Spirit, not matter, being the source of supply.”
My husband settled into his program nicely, and I treasured seeing him so happy doing what he loved to do. Since he spent a substantial amount of time at school, I experienced some loneliness and started to miss my family. Turning to prayer for support, I affirmed that this new adventure was evidence of God’s unfoldment of good, and only good could ensue.
