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Dangerous Christmas Cookies with a happy ending.

This last week I was noticing that one of my teeth was a bit rough around the edges. It puzzled me a bit, but the conclusion I drew was that it was probably just a filling that needed to be taken a look at. Not wanting to face the hassle of finding and getting to a dentist here, I decided to get a tooth-check-up when I got home.

It was not to be. This weekend as I was biting into a scrumptious gingerbread cookie (I think it was angel-shaped), there was a bit more crunchiness than normal. After having swallowed the cookie I discovered to my horror that one of my teeth was missing a chunk. It being the weekend there wasn’t much I could do. The tooth didn’t hurt, but my tongue was quite painful as every time I spoke, or ate, or drank, or really just was, it would scrape against the sharp edges of the tooth. Quite painful (not recommended)! And my speech got a bit slurry, because obviously I was trying to minimize damage when speaking. Safe to say I wasn’t quite myself.

Anyway, this morning came and I started ringing dentists. It was getting quite depressing getting one rejection after the other (although I know it wasn’t personal). Most of them answered that they were totally full, but to try someone else. I was close to giving up, getting used to the idea that I’d have to suffer and endure for another week, and dreading the fact that I am translating 4 days this week for the DTS, and translation means speaking, which meant more pain.

Then I got through to a lovely dentist who squeezed me into his busy schedule at a time that was convenient to me, and today! I was so happy. To make things even better a lovely lady who works here lent me her car (a really good car with power-steering and good winter tyres); and then to top it off someone offered to pay for the repair of my tooth. I was so blown away! God is so good!! He cares for me and provides what I need when I need it!!

So now I am sat here writing this and I have a whole tooth, no pain, and the anaesthetic has worn off so I don’t feel like I have a humongous lip anymore. I am so grateful for the faithfulness of God in helping me in this situation with me being far from home and the familiar! I need to remember times like this, which show God’s goodness in such a practical way.

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