The Sunday before Christmas 1992 it was my turn to do the floral arrangements for our church service. We had a houseful of family and friends on holidays. One friend, trained in this work, was going to assist me, and we went out into the garden to pick the flowers.
My husband was mowing the lawn at the time. As I walked past him something flew up from the lawn-mower and hit my arm just above the wrist with great force. I grabbed hold of my arm and continued walking through the garden. The pain was intense, but I was knowing that God is Love, and therefore in this Love nothing could hurt or harm me. There was not much time to declare this truth before I suddenly lost consciousness.
When I woke I knew I was all right, because perfection was my divine birthright. The family helped me to a couch in the house. My forearm had a bend in it, and there was a rather large lump where a stone had hit. But I knew the presence of divine Love was around me, and I felt the strength from this. One son came out with some ice cubes for me to put on the lump, but I said, "Oh, thank you, but that can't do what God can do for me." A few minutes later, when I glanced at my arm, the lump had disappeared. But at that point the arm had not straightened.
