Once while our family was living in Jerusalem, my five-year-old daughter saw me lying on the couch, suffering from a sudden onset of physical illness. I had managed a few quiet, prayerful thoughts, reaching out to God for healing and seeking a clearer sense of my true harmonious being as God’s child.
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