After fighting with my wisdom teeth over a period of 5 years, they finally came all the way through and stayed there. Before that, they were up/down/up/down, causing lots of irritation and pain every time they decided to change position. But they did come in, all four of them!
I had 2 teeth that were broken and needed to be pulled. Having a moderate level of dental anxiety, I asked them to put me out to pull them. They wouldn't do it for those two teeth. But...but...I had been told a couple of years before that my wisdom teeth needed to come out, and *those* they would put me under for. So, I decided...2? 6? What's the difference?
Hahahahaha.
10 days later, the two teeth that absolutely had to go are fully healed and don't hurt at all. The top wisdom teeth are giving me only minor pain. And the bottom wisdom teeth? Well, I feel like I was punched in the jaw repeatedly, on both sides.
It's been TEN days! Good grief, Charlie Brown.
I think I should have just done the two and been done with it. :( I'd say never again, but...well...I sure hope they won't grow back. LOL
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Sackcloth Saturday
Maundy Thursday...Jesus' last meal with the disciples.
Good Friday...the day Jesus gave every last ounce of life for you and I. He didn't just die. He suffered. He didn't just suffer. He suffered on MY behalf. On your behalf. He suffered for nothing he did and took everything we deserved upon himself.
And then there's Resurrection Sunday...when the power of God, Who is Love, defeated the grave. This gives us hope for the future, knowing that by the same Christ, we also will defeat the grave.
But what about Saturday? No one talks about Saturday. Saturday must have been a day of absolute confusion and despair. Let's call it Sad Saturday, knowing that "sad" doesn't even come close to the emotions of that day. Or, maybe closer...Sackcloth Saturday. Despair, without hope. The end. Even Jesus had said, "It is finished," hadn't He?
Except, it wasn't over. The disciples didn't know Resurrection Sunday was on the way. The women who adored Jesus didn't understand what was about to happen.
Sometimes...the dark is deepest right before the dawn. That's why we must HOLD ON through the 'sackcloth Saturdays' in our lives. Sunday IS. on. the. way.
Good Friday...the day Jesus gave every last ounce of life for you and I. He didn't just die. He suffered. He didn't just suffer. He suffered on MY behalf. On your behalf. He suffered for nothing he did and took everything we deserved upon himself.
And then there's Resurrection Sunday...when the power of God, Who is Love, defeated the grave. This gives us hope for the future, knowing that by the same Christ, we also will defeat the grave.
But what about Saturday? No one talks about Saturday. Saturday must have been a day of absolute confusion and despair. Let's call it Sad Saturday, knowing that "sad" doesn't even come close to the emotions of that day. Or, maybe closer...Sackcloth Saturday. Despair, without hope. The end. Even Jesus had said, "It is finished," hadn't He?
Except, it wasn't over. The disciples didn't know Resurrection Sunday was on the way. The women who adored Jesus didn't understand what was about to happen.
Sometimes...the dark is deepest right before the dawn. That's why we must HOLD ON through the 'sackcloth Saturdays' in our lives. Sunday IS. on. the. way.
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