Last night my week made a major shift in direction. I developed an awful toothache that made the whole side of my face swell up. For me, that is the absolute worst thing that could happen, as I am extremely scared of dentists. Well, there I was now living in Vienna, not having a dentist, and trying to find someone that would take me without an appointment on a Friday.
As I write this, I am sitting with my face numb and swollen, not being able to feel that side of my mouth. Yes, God got me into a dentist this morning that was well known by the teachers here at school because someone “happened” to cancel their appointment. I don’t believe that was an accident. God had my day all planned out for me.
I don’t know why I get so worked up over something as small as a tooth. Jesus tells us in Matthew 6 not to worry about our earthly needs, for God knows what we need and cares about each of us. In Luke 2 we are reminded again that even the very hairs of our head are numbered. God knew that I’d need to submit to the drill today, and he even chose the exact dentist that I’d wind up seeing. I didn’t even run after she said the dreaded words, “root canal!”
I pray that I will continue to grow in my faith through this experience. After all these years of seeing God’s faithfulness to me over and over, I still panic over a tooth. I am sure glad that God is patient with me and truly cares about my every need – even one tooth. Maybe you can learn something from my experience and continue to grow in how you trust Him with the day to day events that sometimes rock our world.
Sharon Brobst, Ed.D.