Women are not cursed

Lasting freedom from menstrual pain

A friend of mine, let's call her Susan, came to visit me for a few days. I worked full time, so she was on her own during the weekdays. One morning I overslept and had only five minutes for breakfast before work. Upon entering the kitchen, I discovered Susan doubled up in pain and crying. She managed to tell me, referring to the monthly cycle, "I've got the curse—and diarrhea." Susan was, like me, a student of the Science of Christianity, so it was natural to pray for her and with her. All thought of fixing breakfast vanished. My only desire was to understand whatever it would take to help my friend feel comforted and healed.

Now, what I'm about to describe took only five minutes: three minutes in my room, one minute with Susan, and one minute gathering my things and flying out the door to work.

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