I woke up one morning and thought, “Today’s the day we move home!” But I wasn’t happy like I should have been. I was sad. As Americans living abroad for several years, my husband and I had made dear friends with those we had come into contact with, and had come to think of South Africa as our home.
But it was time, so I pushed the sadness away and finished the final packing details. We went to a friend’s house to say goodbye, and her dog was so excited to see us he knocked me over. A large cut opened just below my eyebrow, and there was blood everywhere. Our friend was initially alarmed, but she knew that we’re Christian Scientists and are accustomed to praying for healing. I cleaned and bandaged the wound, and reassured her all was well. We hugged goodbye and left.
Standing out on the sidewalk, I was overcome and couldn’t stop crying. All I could do was hold on mentally to what I knew to be true from my study and practice of Christian Science—that God is good, and good only; that God is Love; and that ever-present, tender Love was caring for me every moment.
