At the Dentist

Ugh, going to the dentist is an absolute terror for me. I hate needles and blood and what’s interesting is that at one point in my life ’twas my dream to work as an anesthetist. Whenever I visit the dentist, I pray while lying on the dentist chair; I speak scriptures; I listen to sermons – anything Godly that takes my mind off those needles, the pressure and those scary dental tools!

This last dental visit, although pretty much the same as previous visits, God spoke to me. He said, “This is what surrendering to me is like.” I pondered surrendering my entire being to God (in Christ) who created me, who sustains me, who provides for me.

How does being in a dentist chair compare to surrendering to Him? When the dentist says turn left, I turn left; turn right, I turn right; move your head just a little, and so I move it, just a little, or when the dentist gently takes my head and turns it in the direction she needs – I go with the movement of her hand – I humbly succumb to the gentleness of her touch, the sound of her voice. “Are you ok?” I shake my head “yes” even though I am sure my eyes show terror. Continue reading →

Kinsman Redeemer

Hoping all is well with you and yours.

One of the few things in life I hate are daily news programs (maybe hate is too strong an emotion; maybe utter disdain is a better description). I find ‘them’ to be so negative, depressing and lacking (most of the time, anything good. Even the weather forecasters present the dreary before the beauty.  And if there is anything good, or positive, or uplifting to report such encouragement typically comes within the last few minutes of the ‘news’. Its’ presentation is almost hypnotic, especially the cable news broadcasting – so repetitive in nature, so opinionated. When did news become someone’s viewpoint?

Today, I happened tImage result for hang in thereo look at the TV screen when the news broad-caster mentioned something about someone jumping to their death from a bridge in Los Angeles, CA., and I thought WOW… How can life get so bad that you want to end it? I know life has its issues, but to end such a precious thing, something that we had nothing to do with; and I thought what was wrong, where was this person’s hope, his support; did they not feel loved? Why was this person so despairing of life? Continue reading →