Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Hero Heart of God

I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. The last couple of days in particular I've realized in words something I've always felt. My dad was my hero and demonstrated to me a glimpse of the hero heart of God.

My dad was my protector. Mind you, he wasn't a very big man in stature. Shorter than most, really. But if angered or sent into Papa Bear mode, even the biggest man was wise to think twice before messing with him. When I was chased by neighborhood kids, one look at my father's face made them turn tail and run the other way; and one of my most cherished memories was when I was 13 and in the hospital because of a car accident, my dad took charge and walked thru that hospital like he owned the place. He was there before visiting hours and stayed as late as he deemed necessary and no one would have been able to stop him without a fight. When I was little, he took me to an amusement park and I wanted to try that ride with the swings that swing way out and round and round. When I became scared to death, my father tried with all his might to get the guy to stop that ride. Honestly, I thought he might punch him. My dad did everything he could to "save" me. As scared as I was, I absolutely loved him for how hard he was trying to get to me. When the ride finally stopped, he scooped me into his strong arms and made me feel safe again.

Yesterday, my sister and niece were in a pretty bad car accident. My dad's been gone for 10 years now but our Abba Father, "an ever-present help in times of trouble" (Psalm 46:1) took charge of the situation. His angels protected them in that car and good friends - some my sister's, some my niece's - immediately showed up at the scene seemingly from out of nowhere helping them and calming them while they waiting for the police and ambulance. The car is wrecked, probably totaled but they are both home and fine albeit with a few bumps and bruises. God is my Hero - and theirs.

Like my dad, God has protected me from some things, comforted me thru others. Unlike my dad, though, who ultimately had to yield to authority in a given situation, my Father God IS the Authority in EVERY situation and nothing and nobody gets in His way when it comes to His beloved children.

I love the Hero heart of God and am thankful to have had an example of it in my earthly father.

Be blessed.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Sometimes it best to start small

You know how "they" say it's best to "face your fears"? I don't know why they say that. I'm much more comfortable dodging, dancing around and and all out avoiding them at all costs. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I could face fear without the fear facing me back. Or better yet if I could look at it through a peephole on the other side of a high, long fence. Unfortunately you can only dodge for just so long. Today, I was finally face-to-face with one of my biggest fears - THE DENTIST.

I hate dentists. Well, I don't have a problem with them as people - just what they do for a living. And really, what they do is fine - it's downright helpful even - as long as they're not having to do it to me. It's an irrational fear of mine, rooted long ago by a butcher of a dentist I went to as a kid. He was HORRIBLE! And so, the last time I went to a dentist - any dentist - was 29 years ago. No, that's not a typo. I'm embarrassed to say I haven't been to a dentist in 29 years. Until today, that is.

Honestly 29 years is pretty good if you think of it. I seem to have taken good enough care of my teeth to last me this long (*this is me justifying and rationalizing the neglect of my teeth*). If it weren't for the fact that I cracked my tooth a couple of years ago, I might not even have to be going now. Yes, I should have gone when it first happened but I figured it wasn't hurting or bothering me, so why mess with a good thing?

Well, I'm hurtin' now. Friday night during dinner I absentmindedly did something I don't normally do - chew on that side of my mouth. The food hit that tooth and I saw stars and was in terrible pain most of the weekend. By the absolute grace of God, the pain has minimized significantly - not gone, mind you, but oh sweet mercy, it's much better.

It's obvious I have no choice but to get that sucker out of my mouth. It's like childbirth. Most of us are terrified by the concept of it, but by the time you reach the end, all you want is to GET IT OUT!!! That's where I'm at. But I'm still really scared. I was all set with an appointment this morning and comforted oh-so-slightly by the fact that they do "sedation dentistry". If I have to go, I want to go in, be completely knocked out, wake up and it's all done and I was oblivious to all of it. And that's what I was told would happen when I made the appointment. Unfortunately, it seems I was misinformed. So...nothing got done today. Sorry, being conscious is a deal breaker for me. They were all really understanding though, which was very nice and they made an appointment for me with an oral surgeon for tomorrow morning who will definitely send me to la-la land for the duration of the procedure. YAY

So, I'm kind of proud of myself. I broke my shameful 29-year dental-avoidance streak today. I saw him, he saw me; he even looked at my teeth. Nothing got done but hey, baby steps, right?

Hebrews 13:6 "We can say with confidence, the Lord is my helper. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?" :)

Be blessed.