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Filling

This morning I went to the dentist. I hate going to the dentist! I went at 7:30AM because thinking about the appointment all day would make my anxiety grow by the hour. This way I wake up and go straight there and get it over. I take my phone and ear buds along with me to listen to, a dose of anti-anxiety medicine, and the dentist provides comforting words, gentle work and a supply of Nitrous Oxide (https://www.google.com/search?q=nitrous+oxide&oq=nitrous+o&aqs=chrome.0.0j69i57j0l4.2956j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8). When I first went to the dentist we sat and talked about my anxiety and claustrophobia issues. He understood and has done a fantastic job making me feel the least anxiety as possible. After it was over I left, slightly woozy but two teeth which needed fillings done completely.

The dentist is one of those things in life you don’t want to do but know have to be done. Know matter how much worry, dread, and procrastination, sooner or later you have to go and if it’s too much later you will regret it. As the numbing in my lips and gums wore off I thought about other things in life we don’t like to do but should. Forgiving people who have hurt us, asking forgiveness of those we have offended, reflecting on difficult and painful situations and asking; “What did I learn?”, allowing wisdom to search the deepest places in our lives, filling the holes in our minds, emotions, and spirits to be filled with kindness, love, and grace. These are never easy but waiting until we are ready might mean we never reach a place of healing and peace.

blessings,
@BrianLoging (Twitter)
thewannabesaint.com

Little Things 

Last week I broke the glass of the storm window in my wife’s green house. I cleaned up the shards that fell on the floor and made a mental note to repair the door later. Unfortunately I misplaced the note and forgot.

Earlier today I was taking a few items to the green house and opened the door using one of my fingers to hold it while I entered. My index finger slid along the edge of the broken glass and sliced a layer of skin off. Ouch!

As I washed the blood off my finger and bandaged it I reflected on my propensity of putting things off that need to be taken care of now. It hardly ever turns out well. Be it a broken storm door, a difficult conversation, an apology or confession, when I delay there’s usually harsher consequences and more pain as a result.

Blessings,
@BrianLoging (Twitter)
http://www.thewannabesaint.com

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