I confess: I'm spiritual. And so are you.

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

When I was a kid, I used to think there were two versions of me: the physical me that my parents had made, and the parallel, perfect, spiritual version God had created. I liked the idea that there was a spiritual me that I could tap into when needed.

Things sure changed a few years later, when my foot grew in an unnatural way and became deformed. Pain was a constant companion. I now had an incentive to understand that God’s offspring aren’t physical in any way. I prayed, and God told me He’d never known me as material.

It was a momentous change in the way I thought about myself. I accepted the great news that there is only one version of anyone—the perfect, divine identity.

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