One autumn day two years ago I was rushing to clear the gutters of our house of leaves before the sun went down and a rain storm started. I was almost finished when I turned to climb down the ladder and found myself sitting on the cold ground and hearing someone say aloud, “I am God’s child. I am spiritual.” I was that someone.
I attempted to stand up but quickly realized things weren’t right. My knee was lumpy in odd places and painful.
I continued stating aloud that I was spiritual, and not material, as I sat there for quite some time. Finally, I managed to get over to the deck attached to the back of our house and again be still.
