Fear unexpectedly gripped me one morning while I brushed my
teeth. I felt tooth pain and panicked. Why?
I hate going to the dentist! For me, the dentist office
exudes a distinct odor of chemicals, antiseptics and cements. A
huge machine looms above just waiting to drill
away at my teeth! Dentists charge exuberant prices!
“Nope!” “I’m not going.”
Nevertheless, I felt an ongoing, gentle nudging to make a
dentist appointment. Over the years, I've grown familiar with my good
Shepherd's staff, prodding me, serving to assist me! (Psalm 23:4) Paying
attention to and obeying His past promptings has always proven
beneficial. It’s best to follow His leading.
I clenched my phone and made an appointment. With two weeks
to wait, fear and I had a wrestling match.
