"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
Things seemed pretty tough at the school where I worked, church work seemed to be mounting, and our older son appeared to be suffering from being bullied at school. On top of that I was struggling with the beliefs of death and grief; a friend of ours having passed on suddenly some months earlier.
One night, about six months ago, I awoke in the night barely able to breathe and with a tight pain in my chest. I reached out to God with all my heart and gradually became more peaceful and able to rest until morning. This incident reoccurred several times over the next few weeks, sometimes whilst driving and even when teaching a class. Each time I was very grateful for God’s support and unfailing help. However, it took a family member, whom I eventually confided in, to point out that I was important and now was the time to ring a Christian Science practitioner and ask for metaphysical support. (I had been grappling with a yearning to be able to talk to our Teacher and had avoided ringing a practitioner. This belief was also ripe for destruction).
The practitioner I rang was so loving and supportive and gently reminded me that the heart of Love had never been in any trouble and also that, as a mum, I could never feel over-burdened as God is gently parenting: “me, and mine, and all.” Wonderful progress was being made and I cherished the angel thoughts that God was sending in abundance.
A short time later I was required to go into school later in the day as we had a big open evening. This gave me the opportunity to drop my older son at his primary school which was a joy. Before we left, we had been sharing ideas about the situation he seemed to be facing at his school and he asked if we could listen to one of the New Song Group CD’s. The disc had moved to the second track and stopped me in my tracks. The words from hymn 465 flooded my thought: “And even when the shade of death suggests that we can part, No fear of evil enters here: Your strength and guidance, ever near, Bring comfort to my heart.” What a complete treatment! All fear, doubt, pain, and grief were washed away, and tears of joy streamed down my face.
I dropped my son happily at school and was able to spend some more time in prayer and gentle contemplation of eternal life and the all protecting Father-Mother Love before a successful open evening full of joy.
Later that evening I looked up the hymn in the New Hymnal Supplement and, with great joy and thanks, realised that the hymn was written by Fenella. I recalled that she had shared it several years ago. All the seeming needs were met, always had been, always would be. Each issue which had seemed discordant gently yielded to God’s law of Love and harmony was restored. I am so grateful for this tender lesson.