I was in  a hurry that snowy winter morning. I needed to get our daughter to preschool and be back at my office quickly. I buckled her in, then climbed into the driver’s seat to start the car. As I pressed down on the clutch, the snow-crusted soles of my boots slid off of the worn metal. The pedal snapped up, catching my ankle bone with its sharp edge. I heard a decided crack and immediately felt searing pain.

This was before cellphones, and I knew I could not walk back into the house to call for help. So, I turned to our preschool-aged daughter and said, “Honey, Mommy needs you to pray for her.” Our daughter closed her eyes and became very still. Within seconds the pain stopped, and I could move my foot naturally and easily. Even though I was engaged in the full-time practice of spiritual healing, I was stunned by the immediacy of that restoration of physical movement and freedom from pain. 

My daughter replied, “Mommy, when I pray, I don't think, I listen.”