Feeling the presence of God

Isolation, pain, fear, begin to lose their grip on us when we understand that we can never be separated from God.

It was a beautiful day for a picnic and a hike in the New Mexico mountains. My husband was carrying the baby on his back, and I was leading them on a narrow mountain trail that was very scenic.

We hadn't been hiking for very long when I fell and badly hurt my foot. I tried to stand up and walk, but only fell again. I knew I could turn to God for healing. I asked my husband to pray with me. We sat quietly, and we prayed to see that in truth I was the man made in God's image, not a fallen, hurt, suffering mortal. Again, I tried to stand and walk, but fell to the ground.

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FROM HAND TO HAND
July 23, 1990
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