One afternoon during the final days of my senior year of college, I became overwhelmed by a sense of responsibility for my success (or failure) on my last exam and for all that was to come after graduation. I knew through my increased study of Christian Science that turning to God was the only way I could find true peace. However, on this particular afternoon, when I felt no progress was being made, I closed my school books and went for a run.
During the run I tried to pray, but my prayers felt more like pleading than listening, and the burden didn’t lift. Near the end of my route, I stepped off of a curb and rolled my ankle. Unable to put any weight on the foot, I limped home and began to actually pray and listen.
The next afternoon, feeling rather helpless, but humbled, I reached out to God for guidance. Ready to only know and do His will, my thought completely submitted to God. The idea came to call a local member of the Christian Science church I attended close to school. She invited me to use her patio as a quiet place to pray for the afternoon. The exam I was studying for was one I felt would require many hours of diligent study in order for me to pass it. But I was being gently guided by God to trust in His care and plan for me that afternoon. So, without any hesitation, I decided an afternoon of prayer was what was needed.