Our substance—safe and intact

It was one of those days when I had many errands to run before flying out of town early the next morning. I hurried into a little gift boutique, where I noticed a pretty purse displayed high up on a glass shelf. As I reached up to admire it, the shelf, which was not anchored, came down and its corner landed on my foot. I was wearing sandals.

Rewind for a minute. Earlier that morning, I had been praying to understand myself and my true substance as God’s spiritual idea instead of a limited, vulnerable mortal with material body parts that could break down, be injured, or die. It’s a topic that has been of interest to me for a long time, and that particular morning I was trying to think it through more deeply. 

August 17, 2015

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