I began to wonder if matter was really what I always had thought it was. One moment, I felt the pain of a broken body. The next moment, I was healed and felt only the love of God.
I was willing, without reservation, to accept whatever good God had in store for me. I had finally let go of my own version of that shiny yellow pencil.
Even if we ignore or misunderstand our relation to God, He is still our loving Parent. Nothing can truly change or disrupt our inheritance of oneness with Him.
The day before a mountain biking trip at camp, this teen took a tumble off her bike. Could prayer help her overcome her fear in time to join the group?
Witnessing to the healing authority of Christ, Truth, had been effortless, with no tinge of human willfulness. The effect was so complete that I hadn’t even noticed when the healing took place.