I saw my dear friend the Dentist today. He drilled, lasered, removed bone, ground more bone, etc. I don't know which is worse the nerve wracking mind numbing vibration of the drill or the smell of burnt flesh from the courtesy the laser.
Toothbrushes by Petr Kratochvil
The entire time he kept telling that he was proud of me, that I was doing so good, that I was handling it so well. What an encouragement to hear those words while under such stress and seriously feeling like a wimp! I prayed, counted ceiling tiles, sang in my head all the while I nearly lost my lunch from all the grinding. I felt so wimpy in that chair today. For nearly 4 months I was numbed up and had oral surgery 2x+ a month, I thought I was a pro at it....but you start removing bone and I crumble.
I spoke those words to a friend of mine afterward who was recently diagnosed with cancer and weeks later had her knee replaced. Talk about being under stress. She's held it together for 2 months now and been a HUGE encouragement to so many others while undergoing her own trials and today she crumbled and decided it was healthy for her to call a time-out and mourn. She'll pick herself back up soon and brush herself off and push on because she's got inner strength like I can only hope for....if I were in her spot I'd be wimpy wimpy wimpy.
I'm sucking on tea bags right now to get the bleeding to stop. Brushing back a few tears for my friends going through many trials and dark roads right now and feeling very grateful that oral surgery is as much a load as I have right now. I've been down the dark road and don't miss it but what I can cleave to is the Lord.
Faith doesn't make me weak it gives me strength.....HE gives me strength when I feel wimpy, wimpy, wimpy!