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Love lost and found

A Christian Science perspective on daily life

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I'm home from a wonderful visit with a relative - the best I've ever had. But to say this visit was wonderful is to bear witness, in some small way, to the fact that even apparently irreconcilable differences can be healed.

For over three decades, I'd say this relative genuinely hated me. I couldn't do anything right. Snide remarks about my behavior, looks, and work abounded, often in front of others. My decision on any given visit to avoid conflict - to stay in the background and not open my mouth - was invariably met with another kind of angry outburst, this time accusing me of feeling superior to everybody else.

Worse yet, even though others told me they were sorry about these attacks, which they considered unfair and unkind, no one ever stepped up in my defense. I decided they were as afraid of this individual as I was.

I've been accustomed most of my life to praying to resolve problems, and this time was no exception. And as I clung to any inspiration I received through prayer - even if it was the directive to follow Jesus' instruction to "turn the other cheek," I was able to endure the visits. Still I dreaded them, and, whenever possible, didn't go.

Then, a few days before I made this most recent visit, I started thinking about a time when I faced an unusual number of challenges all at once. My father died and my mother's mental health declined, leaving me in charge of their finances and the disposal of their household.

Then, after years of stability ourselves, my husband and I moved twice within a year. Also, after a burst of success with my work, I hit an impasse. But even though I was very discouraged, it didn't occur to me to stop praying.

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