ONE SUMMER EVENING I was out riding my bicycle with my husband when my front tire got stuck in a crevice in the road, and I was thrown quite forcefully onto the street. My husband tried to help me up, but I wasn't able to move one of my legs.
I began to pray silently, declaring that I was God's own image and likeness (Gen. 1:26). I reasoned that as God's image, my being is spiritual, indestructible. And I remembered a hymn that I love. The first verse reads:
In atmosphere of Love divine,
We live, and move, and breathe;
Though mortal eyes may see it not
'Tis sense that would deceive.
