It's been a while since I've been on my ancient (I think it almost qualifies as an antique!) bicycle, but when my daughter challenged me to take it for a spin, I couldn't resist. But I hadn't gone ten feet when my feet slipped off the pedals and I crashed onto the driveway. One of the handlebars hooked me in the rib cage, and I heard an odd noise, followed by extreme pain when I tried to move.
I really didn't have time that day, or in the next week, to be immobile. I immediately rose with the help of my family, and decided I had to know that this event had never occurred in God's kingdom if I was to gain my dominion over the situation. Taking a stand wasn't easy, as the pain seemed, and that is all it could do, "seem," intense. I kept on with my chores, knowing I was a spiritual idea, but the pain wasn't getting better. I asked, at one point when I needed immediate help, for my husband's metaphysical support. I knew he'd been working all along, and he said to me "a spiritual idea can have no impact with a material object." The proverbial light bulb went off. I'd been knowing I was God's spiritual child, but I'd never specifically denied the impact issue.
I continued with this truth for the next week or so, every time it seemed I couldn't sleep comfortably or do something that needed doing. About ten days later, I felt truly free as I lifted some heavy boxes and slept on the seemingly affected side without pain. To say I was grateful for this evidence of God's care is an understatement. I was also grateful for my husband's metaphysical clarity about the situation, and how my need was quickly and completely met.
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