I don’t care what mortal sense has done; I don’t care how it has beat me, and worked me, and insulted me, wronged me and lied to me, and tortured me. It is all past and it is a dream. I have found Love at last. I can lie down in the Father’s arms and be at peace. I love God supremely. Mortal sense has done its worst. I have passed through the Red Sea and under the rod, and been nailed to the cross, and still I am God’s own child, hid with Christ in His arms, safe in green pastures. Life, Truth and Love, Mind, Spirit, Soul – all these express God. My dear ones, when, oh! when, will you realize what these mean? Mary Baker Eddy (Oakes, Richard, Essays and Bible Lessons, (Red Book, p.80)
