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Blessed, not cursed

Bringing a spiritual perspective to daily life

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The poster hanging on the Post Office wall said, "Help Stamp Out Breast Cancer." When I noticed that big pink sign while waiting in line the other day, I took it to heart and spent the waiting time praying for all who feel threatened by the disease. October has been deemed National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Several years ago, I was very aware of the widely publicized symptoms of the disease in my own body. It felt like an irreversible curse.

Initially a deep dread engulfed me. My first thoughts were: "What? Me?" followed by "Why me?" As the symptoms became more unavoidable, I forced myself to collect my thoughts and consider what steps to take. I knew from experience that allowing fear to take over was immobilizing and unhelpful. I did know I needed help with a capital H. So I went to the highest power I know: God. I prayed first for how to pray.

I study Christian Science daily, and have grown up with spiritual healing as a normal approach to problems that emerge in one's life; I want to turn to God for help and healing. The instances of physical healing I've seen have shown me the mental nature of disease, and indeed, the mental nature of all our experiences in life. Turning to God has cultivated a strong bond between us.

However, because of the intensity surrounding this disease, I found it heavy going. So I prayed for calm. I searched the Bible and "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," along with other writings by Mary Baker Eddy, for an enlightening verse or phrase that would lift the dread and doom I felt. I found a gold mine of encouragement and hope. I prayed deeply and earnestly for self-revision. My thoughts about my health, my future, and my life were in need of transformation, and I was oh-so- willing.


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