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This author shares fresh and comforting insights about the Lord’s Prayer.

When a museum conservator is restoring a broken artifact—say, a marble statue that is missing a body part—he or she first has to consider what the entire artifact originally looked like. The wholeness of the original statue is the model, and before starting the restoration, the conservator must first perceive this form clearly in thought.

I have always been grateful for these words in Isaiah: “And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left” ( 30:21 ). When making decisions in life, it’s sometimes hard to know if we are taking the right step.

Much inspiration has come to me over the years from reading various biographies of Mary Baker Eddy. Each biography brings a different glimpse into how Mrs.

A healing I once had taught me a vital spiritual lesson and has enabled me to pray more wholeheartedly and clearly for those struggling with illness in the world today. At the time I was taken ill with a fever and a cough, so I called a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me.

It is with deep gratitude to God and for learning to pray the way it is taught in Christian Science that I offer this testimony. A number of years ago, our brother left home to go and learn a trade from our uncle in a foreign country.

A year or so ago, during the Easter school holidays, I received visitors at our family residence. The plan was for them to stay for two weeks.

The historic narrative of Scripture is woven through with God’s promises of hope, well-being, safety, and deliverance. There were promises to Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, Nehemiah, Noah, and Kings Jehoshaphat, Hezekiah, David, and Solomon—to name a few—that their good purposes would be rewarded, battles would be won, individuals healed and protected, families provided for, lands settled, and wise governments established.

For many years I struggled with suicidal depression, intense anxiety, and low self-esteem. I ached to understand who I was.

One early spring evening when my children were young, my eight-year-old son Philip was at his little league baseball game, and my five-year-old son Timmy was playing with a friend on our front porch while I finished washing the dinner dishes. We would soon go to the game as spectators and applauders.