About six years ago I began having stomach problems. I was also feeling rejected by certain people. I prayed to see them as God's children, but couldn't seem to overcome the hurt feelings. And the stomach condition worsened, too.
Before going on a camping trip, I went to a physician, thinking that if I took medicine I wouldn't inconvenience anyone in the group. The doctor diagnosed the problem as dyspepsia and gave me pills, which worked sometimes, but not always. Sometimes I felt well without the medication, so I stopped taking the pills. Over time, however, the problem worsened in severity and duration. I felt increasingly distraught.
One day, sitting in my car on a lunch break, unable to eat much of anything and unable to figure out why I wasn't being healed, I began to write down what I would do if I were the divine Parent of all. It went something like this: No one would ever be sick. Everyone would always be happy, fulfilled. No one would suffer sorrow or loss; no one would be needy. No one would have to go through a process to be healed; we would all always be healthy.
