Since the time I was a teenager, I suffered periodically from migraine headaches that lasted all day. My usual response to this was to pray for a while, but when the condition didn't improve quickly, to go to bed. However, once I was married and had a family, this problem interfered with my work and family activities. I began taking aspirin, and did so for many years.
God never created an unsolvable problem.
Eventually the headaches became a daily occurrence. One day, when I realized that I'd taken an excessive amount of aspirin yet the pain persisted, it was apparent that this condition could no longer be ignored. The feeling that I didn't know how to handle the problem was strong. But even more frightening was the thought that I was in a hopeless situation with no way out. This forced me to pray earnestly for guidance. I found myself holding especially to these words from Mary Baker Eddy's poem "'Feed My Sheep'" (Poems, p. 14):
