You would think that after having spent more than 25 years serving God and reading in His word what we are supposed to do, that some things would come just naturally and automatically to me. Not always. I hang my head in shame and admit to you, in print yet, that sometimes I never even THINK to pray.
Oh, donīt get me wrong, I pray all the time, every day, about everything, but Iīm talking about those times when some unexpected crisis catches me by surprise and instead of taking it to God immediately, I end up running around like a chicken with my head cut off. One such recent example, which I believe you will enjoy hearing about, happened last month, just three days before I was to appear on the live call-in television program which I host periodically. We were having Sunday dinner with friends when I realized to my horror that the very hard and sharp object in my mouth was nothing that the chef had prepared. Upon close examination I discovered it was the entire top of a tooth from a very visible location in my mouth. My only consolation was that I hadnīt swallow it and also that attached to this tooth was a metal post, indicating that root canal had been performed at some point, so I was pretty confident that I was not going to have any pain.
At least not any actual physical pain. Although seeing myself with a gap near the front of my mouth, where a tooth needed to be, just days before appearing before the entire nation, certainly caused me some very strong psychological trauma. So naturally, I considered this a most earth-shattering catastrophe that needed to be rectified immediately. Unfortunately, all the dental clinics and dentists that I contacted did not seem to share the same opinion. I couldnīt get an appointment for weeks even though I explained that the sharp stub in my mouth was cutting my tongue and I feared I could end up with blood trickling from my mouth, on camera, live, for the whole world to see, because I would be talking nonstop for three solid hours.
Finally, I reluctantly resolved to call a dentist who had wanted more than $35,000 to fix my husbandīs teeth about 10 years ago, because he at least had our name of file. Since we could buy two automobiles for that kind of money we never went near him again but at this moment in time I threw caution to the wind and called there. The earliest appointment they could give me was for the Monday AFTER the television program, which was not going to help my vanity but I realized this situation could develop into an infection, so I agreed. Then, realizing I had just booked an appointment with the most expensive dentist on the entire west coast of Florida, it finally dawned on me to pray and ask God to rebuke the devourer (Malachi 3:11) from needlessly robbing me of my financial resources. Especially of not robbing me the month before I needed extra cash to travel to Canada. Plus, my son was about to get married AND we were expecting a new grandbaby. Every single dollar was categorically assigned.
To make a very long story short, Godīs supernatural provision started to unfold as I looked out the window and noticed my neighborīs furniture strewn all over her front lawn. Curiosity getting the best of me, I sauntered over there and found a couple of people, whom I knew, installing carpet in her lanai. While chit chatting with them I mentioned how I had unsuccessfully spent the entire morning trying to find a dentist who could help me right away, to which they replied, "We have an excellent dentist who is right around the corner. Call him!" Only trouble was, neither of them could remember his name.
This was a completely God-ordained memory lapse because it compelled me to drive there, tooth in hand, instead of just picking up the phone and calling, because I would have been told that the dentist was not in, but at home with a bad back. Therefore, as I was explaining my predicament to the receptionist, his assistant came out and said she could see me right then and there and try to do something for me.
For the next 20 minutes she took X-rays; cleaned the shaft; tried to position the tooth back in place; filed it down a bit; had me grind down on the purple paper; tried fitting it again; filed it down a little more; used more purple paper; did more grinding; fitted it again; filed it some more until it fit; then dried the shaft; and finally cemented the tooth in place. As she handed me the tube of cement to take home with me for future use, she said, "Since I donīt know if this job is going to last one day, one month or forever, Iīm not even going to charge you!"
Oh, to think how many times I needlessly feared and fretted that I would not have enough money for something, instead of simply praying and trusting God who is more than able to meet every need. Shame on me.