A few years ago, within a very short time, my mother passed on in the United States, I packed up and emptied her home to sell it, flew back to Brazil, packed up my own home of 15 years, moved to a new home, started a demanding new job in a city I wasn’t familiar with, and tried to unpack and help my family adjust to our new home and environs. Despite cheerfully performing all the tasks, I often felt overwhelmed, tired, and sad about my mother’s passing.
One day, while at work, I started feeling really bad: nauseous, with pains in my chest and back, and it was a great effort to move. From things I’d heard, it felt as if I was having a heart attack.
As a lifelong Christian Scientist who’d experienced many healings by turning wholeheartedly to God for help, I knew that praying was a safe, smart, and effective thing to do. On my way home, I prayed aloud all the way. I wasn’t asking God to fix a broken body, but was clearing my thought of fear so I could see that I was never governed by a material body, but by the infinite, all-good God, who is the only Life I can reflect. He is the only creator and all He created is good. I held on to these thoughts:
