The one thought that has comforted me the most since Skip’s passing are Jesus’ words, “If ye love me, keep my commandments,” and his advice to Peter, “Feed my sheep.” I know there is more work to be done, and that divine Love is ever-present to help us and Skip.

I’ve been getting much metaphysical support for daily challenges from another Association member, who also has a day job, but takes regular time for honest prayer and treatment. The results have been eye opening.

For instance, after praying about worrying family relationships, I now see an innocence in my teenage son I never saw before. We had been struggling to see eye-to-eye during this whole pandemic lockdown. We were stuck at home in a new neighborhood with no friends around. Through prayer, we found a family down the street with a nice son the same age. They’ve been inseparable ever since.

We also struggled to balance video games and work. Again, through prayer and help from the Association member, I saw my son’s whole demeanor change. I appreciate his purity on a whole new level. I see it in the way he takes care of his younger sister and in the caring thoughts he shares. It’s now much less of me trying to “mold” him and more seeing his already present goodness just showing up. Reflecting on how I parented a year ago, I feel more of God’s hand in it all, less desperation and hard headedness, although a healthy firmness remains.

One other healing stood out to me. A family member’s dog needed a $5,000 surgery, but this was not affordable. So I was asked to pray about the situation. I reached out with love to this family and their pet, knowing the key to instantaneous healing is to “love, love, love” as Mrs. Eddy told her last class. I had also been helping someone with a similar physical problem so had some specific truths to think on regarding harmonious movement. Another doctor was consulted who didn’t think the surgery was necessary, and the scare passed. 

Skip must be happy that we are continuing with what he gave us, and that we are not only his students, but Mrs. Eddy’s students too (Mis. 318.) And how much of Skip’s writings have I missed and can look forward to? We are blessed.