It was one o'clock in the morning when my husband was seized with severe pain.
Mortal mind would define its own phenomenon, name it, and delineate its course. Knowing this, we strove to listen prayerfully for how God, divine Mind, identifies man as His own spiritual expression. The pain disappeared.
But I was still bombarded with a series of mortal mind's "what if" suggestions. Then my eye rested on a copy of the Journal. I reached for it as eagerly as I would have grasped the hand of a trusted, strong friend.