On a Thursday morning late last summer, as I was rushing around getting my toddler ready for preschool, I fell down the stairs and injured one of my toes. It wasn’t pretty. The toe was out of alignment, swelling quickly, and turning colors. It appeared to be broken. 

Following my initial reaction—“Ouch!”—I stood my spiritual ground and thought, “No! No! No! I have never been separated from God!” I knew that God Himself could never be damaged, nor could my relationship to God, and that as His child, or expression, I could not be damaged, either.

Despite my discomfort, the show had to go on—I had to get my son to preschool. While I continued getting him ready, I held to the spiritual fact that I could not be separated from God, my Father-Mother, the one creator, my true source.