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A couple of years ago, I had an experience that convinced me of God’s healing presence. The two-story house I lived in was charming and quite old. Coming down the steep wooden stairway one day, carrying a canister vacuum, I slipped and fell to the bottom, landing in a tangled mess.

Prior to this, I had begun my day as I usually do, with prayer and affirmation of my identity as God’s child. However, I was anxious about a family situation and had been mulling this over, rather than praying about it until I felt at peace.

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