IT WAS THE END OF THE SCHOOL DAY, and I was out on the field during PE playing dodgeball with some friends. I ran after a ball and ended up hitting my head against another kid's head. I felt kind of woozy, and later, at my junior-high soccer game, I started to feel even worse. When my mom saw that I was acting sort of weird, like I might have a concussion, we went home and started to pray.
One of the ideas that really helped me was the thought that since I'm spiritual, I can't crash into anything. Spiritual things can't collide. Only material things can. I've learned in Sunday School and from reading the Bible and Science and Health that because God is Spirit and He made everything, then I have to be spiritual, since I'm His creation. I knew that I was safe, because God made me to reflect Him as Spirit.
I also called a Christian Science practitioner to pray with me, and she told me about annual flowers and perennial flowers. Annual flowers die. But you can sort of think of perennials as lasting forever because they come back every year. She said we can think of ourselves as perennials. We're eternal and, all around the clock, we're perfect. That idea of perfection that lasts helped me because it showed me what was true—that the way God saw me, as spiritual and unhurt, was the only way I could see myself.
