Of Good Report

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.

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.

Growing up in an era where the stories were about the beautiful princess meeting her handsome prince and living happily ever after, that’s what I expected—and desperately wanted. Starting in early high school, I would “fall in love,” only to find that there were qualities about the person I had fallen for that I didn’t like at all.

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.

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.

I live alone. When the world basically turned upside down, a lockdown was put into place, and I was not able to drive.

Several years ago , an article I had submitted to The Christian Science Publishing Society was ready to go to press. However, close to the deadline I received an email from one of the editors telling me that the article needed to be shortened.

My husband taught me how to ride a motorcycle many years ago. Before I even got on the bike, the first step was to make sure I had the right equipment.