Father,
I don't think I put all my yoke upon Christ yet when it comes down to it. It's written that we should put our yoke upon You and take Your yoke for it is light. But here I am, scared of the dental pain I'll feel when the painkillers wear off from my gums. I'm hoping that I will regain my strength by the end of this letter.
I just went to replace the cotton that's absorbing the blood from my now empty sockets. Like an iceberg, the part of the teeth that is hidden is longer than the parts which show.
Father, it feels like I just forced a part of me out of my system. I must have looked silly, trying to apologize to those two teeth: they were perfectly healthy.
It's probably even more stupid that I'm getting braces in the first place. If I won't see my perfect reflection until this world has come to pass, why should I settle for temporary standards of beauty now?
But my parents had wanted to get my teeth fixed for years now, and I ended up agreeing to make that happen.
And now, mom just asked if I wanted food.
Sorry, Father. I haven't been talking to her right. I should behave myself. She gave me many options for food I could eat, and I wasn't responding properly. My head hurts. My lips feel like jelly, and it feels like there's a drum rehearsal going on in my mouth. I don't want to eat anything.
Oh, Father, what will happen when the anesthesia wears off?
For now, I am listening to For King and Country's Priceless. It's a live performance, and I love the instrument they use in the chorus. I don't know what its called but it creates this epic arena rock atmosphere, which I enjoy.
Father, I have a lisp now. I try to say 'priceless' along with the brothers singing it. But I'm saying 'prithleth' instead.
Does the healing promise to us by Jesus' stripes cover unnecessary pain induced by cosmetic surgery? I won't blame You if You don't protect me from the impending pain. But honestly, I still want You to take care of it.
Bless my mother. She is going out to buy me a straw, so I can comfortably drink the tomato juice she made me.
Earlier today, my mom and I agreed that the dentist was a lovely young man, even though they argued a little shortly after she met him. She believed an older doctor would be better for me since they would have more experience. He argued against such assumptions. I tried to play a diplomatic role in their little quarrel. But the main reason I intervened was that it was difficult to watch my mother being talked to that way.
Apologies were said later, and all was well. But I'll be going through the worst part of this dental process for another couple of weeks.
Now, I have to pick more distracting music.
The right side of my head hurts like when I get migraines, even though migraine pains usually hit my left side. My chin feels funny, and my eye socket hurts. My anesthesia seems to be getting more and more useless by the minute.
Thank You for Your patience with us, Father, and for showing us a glimpse of true beauty in Christ. Everything we modify and create here feels like it's barely a shadow of the beauty we crave. I hope to see all You have in store for us when the time comes.
Love,
-w
Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
Matthew 11:29-30 NKJV