During my late teens and into my 20s, I often suffered from excruciating headaches. At the time I did not know they were called “migraine” headaches, but I could not function normally when they happened. Each time they occurred, I prayed and would often find relief, but then they would occur again.
While in my 20s, I was principal flutist in a youth symphony orchestra. One day, at the conclusion of a rehearsal, one of these headaches came on. It was so severe that I began seeing double. I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to drive home, so I began to pray. I went to the pay phone in the building and began calling those who I thought might be able to pick me up—my husband, my father, and my sister. However, I couldn’t reach any of them.
I stood by the pay phone and prayed, asking God to help me understand what to do next. My vision began to improve, so I made the decision to drive home carefully and pray all the way. By the time I got in the car, my vision was almost completely normal. My worry began to vanish, and I was sure that my prayers would see me all the way home.
