I have a battered and misshapen cooking pot on my stove top. It reminds me of an experience I had several years ago. 

One morning I inadvertently caught my bathrobe sleeve on its handle and tipped the pot full of boiling water onto my legs and feet. I picked up the pot, refilled it with water, cleaned up the mess, and promptly forgot about it. As I was washing out the pan a little while later, I noticed its bent rim and remembered what had happened. There was no evidence of burn on my skin and no pain whatsoever. 

As I thought back to what had been going on when the scalding water spilled on me, I realized that I had been deep in prayer. Earlier that morning while I was studying the Bible Lesson from the Christian Science Quarterly, something had inspired me, and I had been pondering and praying with it. My thought had been so focused on the inspiration of that prayer that nothing else had any power in my experience in that moment, not even an accident.