One Saturday afternoon I was doing some yardwork when, in a moment of supreme carelessness, I caught my right hand in a piece of heavy machinery. The pain was nearly incapacitating, and my pointer finger had been deeply cut.
Instinctively, I walked quickly toward the house and into the kitchen, declaring out loud that God was present with me. I wrapped my hand in several paper towels.
Despite the severity of the situation, I knew from experience that I could expect healing through prayer and that God could bring me peace.
