This week I went to the dentist for what was supposed to be simple wisdom teeth removal. It all started out well enough, but I felt the Holy Spirit whispering:
I prayed for the dentist to have wisdom, and for the bad teeth to come right out, without the added excitement of having my gums cut. I prayed all the prayers that we should pray in the dental chair–all seeming to end with–Lord, help this not hurt.
The dentist injected my gums several times. Within a few minutes I became aware, that although I felt no pain, my legs had started to shake.
I trust you Lord.
After he removed the first tooth I was shaking from my shoulders down to my toes. The dental staff assured me this was completely normal. However, 5-minutes later my shaking had only increased; I was very concerned.
By this point I saw that the dentist had requested an additional doctor to come over. My little chair became surrounded by staff. They gathered around me taking my vitals and reassuring me that nothing was wrong. I heard the newly arrived dentist questioning the doctor who gave me the injections in my jaw.
Had he aspirated first?
How many vials-and of what-did he give me?
What was my blood pressure before he started?
Oh, dear Lord…please get me out of this.
I knew too much. These are the situations in which my past medical experience is both a blessing and a curse. I wished that I was not aware of the terms that they were using; it would have been easier to trust them and their experience. I admit that I can be one of those patients that medical staff tends to shy away from. I ask too many questions. I make too many suggestions. I take notes, and write names and times.
They told me that my blood sugar was low. It wasn’t.
They stated that I should have eaten protein before I came in. I did.
They said the shaking would stop any minute. It continued for 45-minutes.
But no matter how much I knew. No matter how many questions I asked and times I noted, I was not in control. This dental staff who hovered around me was not in control. Jesus was the only One over this situation. I had to release myself and trust Him-shaking nearly violently at times-to take care of me. He did and I had great peace, even as conversation turned to whether or not to send me to the hospital. As I laid in Trendelenburg position (head down and legs up) I couldn’t see where God was leading me. I continue to pray the verse that has walked me through so many situations where I cannot see.
“The Lord will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace and remain at rest.”
Exodus 14:14 (AMP)
Trophy Moms: For Those Who Need the Victory is my attempt to weekly share from my relationship with the Lord. I pray that this becomes a time when we can encourage one another as we run our race well toward Jesus. What has the Lord walked you through this week? Please share below in the comments or join the conversation on Facebook.