One evening, my husband I were having dinner at the home of some dear friends. Just before dinner was served, our hostess informed us that there were some toothpicks in the entree she was serving. She recommended that we remove them before eating, and I though I had done so. However, at one point in the meal, I realized that I had swallowed part of a toothpick, and that the broken piece was lodged in my throat. I put my fork down and began to quietly pray.
I knew in my heart that God was giving me the specific spiritual truth needed to resolve this situation. I calmly persisted in acknowledging that the Christ was present, telling me what was true about my identity. Just that quickly the lovely thought came that I wasn't a mortal who had a toothpick lodged in my throat, nor was I a mortal that could swallow normally and easily. I wasn't and never had been a mortal! It was so very reassuring to me to remember that my identity is entirely spiritual and immortal. It became clear to me that nothing could obstruct the harmony of my being as God's child.
I put my fork down and began to quietly pray.
