For many years I suffered from allergies. I lived near a lake with trees and flowers that sent me into a tailspin each new “allergy season”—which is what I had long since convinced myself the season was called, as my father had also suffered throughout the spring with allergies.
I gave some prayerful thoughts to the condition each spring, but relief through prayer was intermittent, because I was merely trying to rid myself of the symptoms, rather than addressing the real heart of the issue. But finally I asked myself, “Why am I letting the belief of an allergy season control me? I don’t need to put up with this for one minute longer!” I firmly “stamped my feet” in thought against the premise that God could create a season that could be harmful toward His children. I also took a strong stance in prayer against the belief that I could have inherited allergies. I declared that I was susceptible to no power other than my Father-Mother God, good.
I prayed with Hymn 144 in the Christian Science Hymnal which tenderly tells us:
