Of Good Report

One summer, when a friend and I were taking a vacation together, it became clear that we had completely different views and goals—so different that things she said and did hurt and annoyed me. In retrospect these differences were trivial, as I no longer even remember what they were.

Life can be challenging. Sometimes we may feel we’d like an army to help us fight our battles.

God’s love for His children is limitless; therefore, limitless possibilities are at hand for us to receive His blessings. That might seem hard to fathom during challenging times, but my husband and I had a lovely proof of God’s care and provision despite the restrictions imposed during the pandemic.

I had become very competitive while driving. On the road, I often saw myself and others engaged in one-upmanship, where I would maneuver my vehicle to “beat” them as though it were a race.

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.

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.

I was posted to an American embassy overseas, and my fiancé was working in the United States. As we made wedding preparations, we were very concerned that he might not find employment in the country where I was located and we would have to work in separate countries, possibly for several years.

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.

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.

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.