YUCK!

"YUCK!" I remember thinking when a friend described it to me. It's like picking up a corpse and hugging it to yourself and saying, "No! I don't want this! I don't want this anymore!" Gross! But we do it all the time.

We say we have been crucified with Christ and are dead...yet too often see self very much alive. My friend told me well, the truth is, self really is nailed to the Cross--but too often we dash over and grab our rotting flesh, and like fools cling with all our might, perplexed we seem to still be enslaved. "Just let go," she said. "Repent, and don't pick it up so often."

Today, my husband decided to take me to the dentist. I've been having tooth nerve problems--remember I told you (April 3, '23) simple flaked tooth enamel developed into a different problem? At that time, I thought I'd surrendered all to God. But altho' it was a different dentist today, I found myself flaring up angrily when I felt threatened that what had happened before would happen again.

I am pretty embarrassed now when I think about it--the angry declaration of how I'd been wronged, how I'd jumped up ready to leave the office. Perhaps the worst part is the dentist and assistants in the room I got upset at really had nothing to do with the distressing situation I'd faced earlier so shouldn't have had to deal with my ire. After things cooled off, I apologized for my display...I think they're okay with me.

At least they put on professional courtesy. My next appointment will be next Tuesday.