Face Plant

So… I was running with the dog in the dark. It was 5:00am. And mid-stride, my toe caught the lip of the sidewalk – smack – face-plant! Well almost. I put my hands out instinctively and landed with full force on my hands, fortunately missing my face. But the force was intense. The dog came right over – this was not the typical scene – to see me horizontal. I rolled to one side and got up – praying. I grew up with the phrase, “there are no accidents in God’s kingdom” and declared that out loud as I rose.

The challenge as I ran home, was to not replay the incident over and over in my head. I challenged myself to focus on my spiritual nature (qualities of strength and freedom, balance and poise, innocence and purity) – not my physical body – (pain and shredded skin). I wanted to affirm in my thought that my good qualities had never been hurt – had never stopped being expressed – that nothing that happened in the physical realm could touch my spiritual nature. When I got home, I did pretty well not showcasing injuries to get the pity. But when I went to the sink to wash out the stones in my palms, my husband did notice and asked what happened. I tried to down-play the situation and keep my focus on spiritual qualities that had never been touched by the concrete.

I went to work, confident that all was well. But as the day progressed, so did the stiffening and the pain. Finally I had to leave work because most of my job is spent on the computer and my right hand and arm weren’t working very well.

I got home, driving with my left arm. And when I got there, all I could do was lie down and pray. Prayer for me is the action of turning thought to God and who I am as His likeness. I reasoned that as an idea in Mind, I couldn’t be separated from Mind. (If I think about something, I can’t separate myself from what I’m thinking – so the same would be true for God.) Since I’m God’s idea expressed, I can never be separated from God, Good, All.

I reasoned that I didn’t want to fill my thought with the Adam man – the thoughts of myself that said I was made from dust and returned to dust – thoughts that said I was made up of broken material bits that needed to heal over a long period of time. I actively pushed those thoughts out of my consciousness, and filled my thought with who I really was – a spiritual idea in Mind, expressing only good.

Then it dawned on me – the harder I pushed away the Adam-man view of myself (man, made of the dust of the ground), the better I felt. So actually, the fact that I’d pushed away the ground with as much force as possible, was a good thing, and I not only couldn’t be hurt by it, I was benefited by it. Pushing away the Adam-man view of myself left room in my thought for what is true about me. Since I am a spiritual idea, and it was a good thing that the activity of my thought was pushing away a dust-laden concept of me, I could find a way to be grateful for that expression, that pushing away – and all of a sudden I could see that my pushing away with force was a blessing – a cause of progress and inspiration – not a cause of pain and injury.

With that insight lifting thought, I slept for about ten minutes and then woke free of pain. My right arm and hand worked normally and I honestly can’t tell you how quickly the hands healed, since I really stopped noticing them after that. I was free from the idea that I’d fallen and therefore free from the result of a fall.

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About TayTruth

I love Truth. I've always loved Truth, God. The goal here, is to express Truth in the most accurate, authentic way possible. This blog is a work in progress. The expression of Truth grows more absolute in proportion to one's understanding. The understanding of Truth expressed here has been shaped mainly by a life-long study of the Bible and the works of Mary Baker Eddy, the discoverer and founder of Christian Science. But, as a seeker of Truth, any representation of the Truth that enlightens understanding has been welcome, and there are far too many to enumerate. Gratitude is the order of the day, when thinking of all who have spoken the Truth in whatever form.
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2 Responses to Face Plant

  1. Kaylea says:

    If your atricles are always this helpful, “I’ll be back.”

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