Some time ago I noticed an unusual-looking mole on my leg. At first I didn't pay much attention to it. But when it grew in size, I knew I needed to pray.
If God didn't make it, then it couldn't be real or part of me.
I started with ideas I found in the first chapter of Genesis, where it says that God created us in His likeness. I reasoned that since God is Spirit, my real identity must be spiritual. Because God is perfect, I must be the flawless expression of everything good and pure. Only what is true about God could be true about me. As God's child I could not have a blemish or disease.
