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The Good, The Bad…The Dentist Part 1

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I never knew that I would be both happy and sad about going to the dentist…at the same time. I have never really had a bad experience at the dentist, nor have I ever had a toothache. That is, until now.

This morning, everyone in my house got up really early, as I prepared for my dental appointment. My hubby was off to work. My oldest was off to school. My two younger children were off to the daycare. Meanwhile, I was dreading visiting the dental office.

I’m normally not a baby about going to the dentist, but there is something about being pregnant that causes me to feel my emotions more that I can remember ever feeling them before. Ok, ok…I won’t blame this on my baby. The hormones had very little, if nothing, to do with my love, hate relationship with the dentist. The truth is that I was dreading the visit because of my last one.

When I was 12, I was trying to open something with my teeth and I chipped a tooth. The tooth, I guess, already had a cavity, so we had to take a trip to the dentist, ASAP. Once there I got a silver filling that I thought would last FOREVER. Instead, you’ve guessed it, the filling fell out. Not a couple of years later, but recently. I was very disappointed in the quality of dental work that had been done in my mouth. I guess I was really counting on never having to return to the dentist unless I was getting the routine cleaning and exam. Yet after the filling fell out, I had to go.

With the filling gone, my nerve was exposed to the air and I was told that I would have to get a root canal. The dentist made it seem so simple that I thought it would be a quick fix. That’s right!!! I thought it wouldn’t take multiple appointments and tons of pain. Instead, that is exactly what it has taken.

I first had to go to the dentist, who gave me an exam and a x-ray. He put a temporary filling in my tooth and refered me to an endodontist. I was happy until I got home and my mouth was no longer numb.

For the next week, I was in so much pain, that I would have rathered having labor contractions than to experience anymore of the pain from the toothache. The only thing that helped was prayer and two Tylenol…

 

20130408-234524.jpgTo be continued…

Sometimes It All Looks Grey

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I am sitting here thinking about my day. Being 21 weeks pregnant equals a semi big belly, three kids running around, a husband that needs me, and a big bag of emotions. Now, as I’m thinking about all of this, I felt the urge to write a blog post, but I began to ask myself a question

How am I supposed to write about something, while I’m going through it?

See, the truth is, I have read many blog posts where people are portraying the best parts of their lives, but any true writer begins to write and quickly desires to share it with someone. For me, that’s my blog. I have a journal that I write in frequently, but there are times when is much rather blog about it. I don’t know why, but it feels, like my work has been published and someone who knows how I feel will read it, instead of someone who knows me reading it or no one at all. Now there are some things that I don’t want to publish at all, but what about the things I just want to say?! How am I supposed to write about things that I am going through?

I ask this because I don’t want to put my family out there, embarrass my family or friends, nor do I want to expose things that should not be discussed. I look at the situation and I don’t see any black or white. I want to give God glory in everything, but when I see grey, I am at a stand still.

I just read a blog where the writer talked about things that were, obviously, very hard to discuss, but she is helping a lot of people. I want to have that impact as well. I’m not sure that I can do that when I am seeing grey. Yet I know that there will be times when I’ll have to write about those hard things.

For the time being, I am going to pray, write, and pray some more. Prayer always helps me to see things clearly. I believe it will help me write in a clear way as well. In essence, I’m saying that I want to see things through the eyes of God when I can’t see things clearly and even when I can…

Much Needed Quiet Time

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Sometimes we are forced to do things that we don’t really want to do, but that are really good for us. My kids would say that those things are brushing their teeth, apologizing, or drinking water. I’m pretty sure that they would add so many other things to the list, but for now, those things escape me.

Today there was a scheduled power outage in my subdivision. I normally remember these things and plan in heading out the door when they take place, but today was different. Today, I forgot. With my kids on spring break and me feeling tired, I decided that heading out the door wasn’t really an option for us this morning. So, we made it work.

With no electricity, I could not make breakfast. My children could not watch the television or play video games. I couldn’t iron our clothes or go on the Internet…well without my phone that is…so we improvised. My husband had cut up some fruit last night and the kids wanted more. I cut up some strawberries and kiwi and added them to the salad. That was breakfast for my kids. They are fruit salad and cereal. I, on the other hand craved something weird. Remember, I’m 20 weeks pregnant. I craved the hamburger helper from last night and some green beans. At this point, I was so happy that we have a gas stove. I turned on the gas and lit it with a lighter. This pregnant lady was so happy because the craving was met.

My kids decided that they wanted to play in the hallway. They built forts and went to war. My daughter decided to come sit with me and work on her spelling words. I thought that this was all great ways to spend their time today.

After a few minutes of playing…20 that is, my boys began to get agitated. My youngest put the toys away and my oldest decided to read a book. As I sat in my bed, I realized that this was exactly what we all needed for the day.

I had been making my kids spend more time doing things that didn’t include the television. This was a great way to I force it.

Not only was it good for them, but I believe that it was also good for me. I decided to enjoy the quiet and write this blog.

There are many times when the things that we are required to do are the things that are very good for us.

What I think is funny is that I am now finished with this blog post and the electricity just came on.

 

When Loving Is Hard To Do

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Let me start off by saying that I have not thought this post through. I am just writing because I feel like it. I have no idea where I’m going or how this will end. What I do know is that I feel this.

There are times in life when things just don’t make much sense. The events that occur are not pretty or pleasant, but they happen. When that time comes, we are faced with a serious decision…

How to handle it?

Seriously…I feel like tht question has slapped me in that face. How will I continue to be myself and love those I love without changing. Some people change in the midst of making this decision. They become harsh and mean. Some become arrogant and prideful. Others become so broken by the situation that their life is drastically affected, by the event and the decision.

I know that God loves us even when we are wrong. Yet, He does not turn a blind eye to our sin. He sees it for what it is and deals with us accordingly, but with mercy. This is how He loves us. Our prayers may be hindered, we may have to walk through some hard places, but the truth is that it could all be over quicker that a tinkle of an eye. That all depends on us. All God is waiting on to meet us, help us, and forgive us is repentance. If we decide that we are beyond repentance, He take a few steps back because the Bible says that sin effects people in steps. The ultimate step is death. He longsfor us to live abundant lives and to continually be connected to Him, but the choice is ours.

I said all that to say, God never changes and since God is love, I want to love they way that He loves. There is no magic formula as to how to love someone when it gets hard besides, love like He loves. With this knowledge, I have chosen to seek Him about my current situation. I have to understand how to love someone that has hurt me without destroying who they are or becoming someone else, myself. I want to imitate God and love the way He does. I just see His way as freeing to both the lover and the lovee.

I am almost positive that this will not be easy. I kinda think this is going to take a while. With the little inlking that I have, I pray for the dedication to remain loving throughout this whole process. I realize that this is natural…sometimes loving is hard to do