Thankfully, God gives us handrails when we start to loose our feet.
This past week in particular, as an answer to a prayer for much needed income, my boss asked me to come in a work an extra shift. I hesitantly agreed knowing my week would already be filled with papers, tests, and assignments. I didn't think the minor tooth ache I was experiencing would turn into a infection spreading to my jaw and a tooth extraction. Once I finished at the dentist Tuesday morning, I went to straight to work, sobbing at the mess I was in. Numb, upset, and depressed, I stepped into the bathroom and tried to calm myself.
When class finally started my teacher announced that she was pushing back the due date of our papers originally due on Thursday. It was another tender mercy that could relax and recover for a few more days without having to worry about one more assignment.
dry socket, which I heard was nearly unbearable, I began to panic again. Thursday morning my pain was not lessening as the dentist said it should. When my visiting teacher showed up at 9:30 a.m. she had the privileged of watching me cry at my seemingly hopeless situation. Once she left my house she called a lady in the ward who knew a lot about essential oils. At noon, this ward member showed up at my door with a small vile (all natural and pregnancy safe) to help me recover. Within hours of repeated applications of the ointment I could feel some relief. Another prayer answered.
I wish I could go on about the other ways I was blessed this week amidst my trails, but this entry would be a little too long. But I will say this: no matter how hard this week was, there was someone leading me though it by the hand, hoping I would hold on long enough to realize it.
We ate jack-o-lantern pizza!
P.S. We don't plan on eating her.