I lost my job because of the pandemic. With millions of folks overwhelming the system, filing for unemployment insurance in my state was difficult to impossible. This, combined with the fact that technology is not my forte, made prospects daunting, to say the least.
I tried taking the logical steps, including asking for help from friends more well-versed in this sort of thing (since official phone lines were jammed and emails went unanswered), but found they hadn’t been successful either.
As a student of Christian Science, I finally realized that my real need wasn’t money. It was what Mary Baker Eddy refers to as “the calm and exalted thought or spiritual apprehension,” which she says “is at peace” (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 506). As I began to really claim that calm as part of my heritage from God, our Father-Mother, a memory of a long-ago milestone experience of my needs being met whispered its way into my thought.
