You know the saying, “When it rains, it pours. ..”
Well, I have an abscess that’s requiring a root canal. Yes, it seems as if another tooth lost its war in my mouth. And, if you knew my aversion to dentistry, even though my dearly loved father-in-law was an expert in the field, you’d understand.
Last year’s implant was not as simple as the procedure presented itself, and lingering pain meandered to the teeth nearby, leaving me downing ibuprofen for months before the pain subsided for good.
So yes, I abhor the dentist office.
Add to that, I heard my dad’s health has faded and his cancer, which seemed temporarily dormant, has returned on the scene.
And then, there was yesterday’s tipping point with the oncologist and the possibility of pharmaceutical trials. Hoping for a clear answer, one drawn in black and white in which I prayed, but instead was more of a dismal-gray no way.
So maybe you can understand the rainy season we’ve encountered, when the sun hasn’t shone in entirely too long, that has me urging to say, “When it rains it pours?”
Last week I felt pity nearby tying to enter while I was at my lowest, saying, “it’s not fair,” as a guttural groan exited my insides and shocked my ears.
No, life is not fair, but when was fair a guarantee in this life anyway?
That, and I don’t want a fair-weather faith. I want a faith that’s strong when the tides roll in adversity, as well as smooth-sailing days.
And pity can wreck my faith by causing my focus to turn inward and off God, and instead to an Eeyore perspective of hard situations, “Could be worse. Not sure how, but it could be.”
Yet, God promises something different in our dire state:
He keeps track of all our sorrows and collects our tears in a bottle.
He mourns when we mourn.
He even takes care to keep our heads above the tides when trials cause us to sink.
Knowing this, I find comfort and peace.