My gratitude prompts me to share what took place a few years ago after human impulse overtook wisdom and I intervened in an aggressive three-dog fight. As I attempted to separate the animals, I was severely bitten, and my hand was badly mauled.
When I was finally able to separate the warring dogs (two of which were mine), I quickly ran into the house to care for the wounds. The appearance was quite alarming, and my hand was bleeding profusely. While cleansing the hand, I prayed for inspiration and also to determine what steps I needed to take in caring for my hand.
Regardless of the physical appearance, I was confident I could never be separated from God, the source of my spiritual perfection, for I am one with Spirit, God—in thought, substance, and being.
