DISCOMBOBULATED

Discombobulated, an understatement as to how my morning was going.  Twenty miles outside of town I realized I had forgotten my premeds.  Back I went.  Before this had happened I had turned off my alarm and fallen back to sleep, so I was already getting a late start.  I made it back home took my meds and off I went again.  I arrived at my appointment only 4 minutes late that was a miracle. 

I sat in the chair as the dental assistant came in and said, “I’m going to let Christy numb you while the doctor is working on the patient next door.”  Anxiety set in, I started to sweat and my body was figidity.  The dentist is where I don’t like to visit very often and now they had changed things on me.  I was uneasy, but didn’t want to make anyone else uncomfortable.  I tried to breath in and out and remove the panic and ease the nervousness. 

The problem was this, I trust my dentist.  Although I have apprehension I know that he is going to take care of me.  When he comes in the room I’m not concerned on whether or not my mouth will receive the medication to numb the nerves.  However, I was uncertain as to how this was going to go.  Uneasiness is an emotion I don’t like to feel especially when it deals with pain. 

As my dentist worked I started thinking about the day and prayed that the Lord talk me through the minutes of the drilling. I was led to the word trust.  Just as I trust my dentist to take care of my teeth, I trust Jesus to take care of me.  I am less fearful of the procedure when my dentist is in control of the utensils, just as I am fearless when I allow Christ to be in control of my life.  My dentist mends what is shattered and broken, just as Christ heals my wounds and dries my tears. 

Over, my tooth is fixed and I am headed home.  I am mended and can return to my normal routine.  We turn to the dentist to help us find comfort in solving our dental issues, but when caught in the chaos and discombobulation of life we turn to the Lord.  Our help comes from Him.