When we’re confronted with any form of turmoil—the swirling winds of politics, an economic drought, or a debilitating event or illness—a single tree can remind us of what we need, not just to endure but to thrive.
Man is by no means a material germ rising from the imperfect and endeavoring to reach Spirit above his origin. The stream rises no higher than its source.
Regardless of what appears real to the physical senses, the truth is that all that is real is God and the spiritual and perfect universe of His creating.
I realized that I had been hoping my body would tell me who I am or confirm something about my identity. But this hope was empty from the outset because we are made in God’s image.
With tears of gratitude running down my cheeks, I thanked God for His infinite beauty. And in that instant, I inwardly heard these words: “You have reached the summit.” I knew I was fully healed.
I understood that my whole being was, and had always been, totally spiritual. Nothing could compromise my status as the perfect reflection of the one perfect God. Within a short time, I was relieved of the flu symptoms, and my voice returned.