It was a gorgeous, warm, sun-filled day as I put on my skis and headed toward the ski lift ready to enjoy my vacation. I went up the mountain, and just as I was about to get off the lift, a skier ran into me and I fell.
The pain was overwhelming, and in that moment I couldn’t form a single thought. Both knees appeared to be injured. After a few seconds, I was able to hold on to one simple thought: “Father, help me.” The pain immediately lessened somewhat, and I could think a little more clearly.
The mountain rescue came and brought me down to the valley, where an ambulance and emergency doctor were waiting for me. I did not want to, but I was told that for insurance reasons it was necessary for me to be examined. I submitted to the examination, which was done right there in the ambulance. However, I knew I had divine authority to mentally reverse, on the basis of what I knew to be true about God and my perfection as God’s child, the diagnosis I was given—that both knees had been damaged and that I had to have an operation. I thought of the comforting words of Jesus: “What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder” (Matthew 19:6). Though Jesus’ words referred to the marriage bond between a man and a woman, I was greatly strengthened in thinking of them as referring to my unbreakable bond with God, and I felt confident that the diagnosis could not reach, nor touch, nor influence my consciousness.
