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During the first two years of college, I lived in a redesigned annex apartment for working students. It was low-cost housing, which helped facilitate independence and minimize spending, thus giving me the ability to save more for tuition.
Four of us shared the apartment, and we were all there with similar purposes and goals—to obtain a Christian education so we could go out and make a difference in our families and in society at large. We determined we would share not only our living space but also our food and resources, including feminine hygiene products, which were sometimes hard to afford. Well, one month, it was time for my menstrual cycle, which always occurred like clockwork.
All signs indicated it would soon arrive.
However, neither I nor any of my roommates had any napkins.
I stood in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to remedy the situation. Because my menstrual flow is heavy, I could not come up with any ideas for a substitute.
As I stood there, something occurred to me. Since God created my body—He could stop my natural cycle of menstruation—or provide the products I needed.
So that is what I prayed. I hurried off to the union office, where I worked grading Voice of Prophecy correspondence. When I arrived, I noticed a neatly wrapped package on my desk. My name was written clearly on it. I was so curious about the contents, but I did not open it just yet. A few minutes later, the director of the ministry came in and, in her usual bubbly way, announced that she had some extra goodies to share with us.
I eagerly tore away the tape and opened the package.
It was a large pack of feminine napkins.
Tears ran down my face as I thanked her and explained how God had used her to answer my prayer. How I praised God for His creative and re-creative power that prevented me from potential shame. Even more amazing, when I reached home that evening, my period began. I was so happy to have enough product for myself and even extra to share with my roommates. “The Lord GOD helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced; . . . and I know that I shall not be put to shame” (Isaiah 50:7, ESV).
Lorraine Brooks-Williams