I was up late one night working, when I heard my 18-month-old daughter, Lindsey, crying. I went to her crib and found her awake—uncomfortable, unhappy, and feverish.
I love my daughter, and I want her always to feel safe and well. Because our family has successfully turned to God in prayer at times like this, prayer was my natural inclination this time, too. I knew I could pray and understand more about how my daughter and I are connected to a greater power that cares for and heals us. My experiences with prayer had convinced me that everyone's true nature is actually spiritual and that we are all connected to something bigger than us—the divine Mind, or Soul, of the universe. Further, this Mind, or God, is the one infinite Life, or Spirit, who expresses Himself through us as His ideas.
So, I began to pray for Lindsey. What I remember are not so much the thoughts I had about her, but the thoughts I had about God. When I prayed, it wasn't that I tried to think about my daughter in a more spiritual or healthy way. Instead, my concerns about her and how she appeared to be were allayed by my trust in and understanding of God. I considered how God was expressing Himself everywhere, including right where my daughter and I were at that moment.
