I went to the dentist yesterday because I had a problem going on in a couple of crowns on my front teeth. Well, two teeth turned into five that need new porcelain crowns, and a manageable amount that I'd planned to put on my credit card shot up to a … gasp … not quite as manageable amount. My mouth was numb. My budget was in pain.
Now I'm got a mouth full of temporaries that I'm not supposed to use to eat with. "Chew only on the sides," the dental tech reminded me as I left the office. Do you suppose that might help me lose some weight over the next nine days? Nah. I bet there are plenty of soft foods I can scarf down that are high in calories. Ice cream, anyone?
Anyway, still moping and feeling sorry for my finances, I got home and was letting the dog outside and was struck with a sense of shame for my woe-is-me attitude. You see, on Monday evening, a firestorm struck a neighborhood in Boise. Ten homes burned to the ground. Nine other homes badly burned, although not down to ashes only. One woman died in the fire that engulfed her home so suddenly and so completely that she was gone in seconds. Families displaced. A life lost. Precious possessions gone up in smoke.
My dental bill will get paid over time. My temporaries will be replaced with some attractive crowns, and I'll be able to smile again. I have so much to be thankful for. God has been faithful to me in all the ups and downs of life. He will be faithful to me in my present and my future, too. Blessed be the name of the Lord.