Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Sent at just the Right Moment

Crown preparation #2 was yesterday morning. The dentist is really gentle and it barely hurt, but dentist visits are still not fun. However, it was not totally unenjoyable as the dentist and his assistant kept a constant friendly banter going as they drilled through China to clean out the old filling and prep for the crown. And then as the assistant was placing the temporary crown on, still chattering away, she told me she had been married 33 years.
"So have I," I said.
"It is not easy," said the assistant.
"No, it is not," I agreed, "Marriage is constant work. We would not have made it without God. Frankly, I don't know how anyone does."
"Amen," said the assistant, "We wouldn't have either."
But somehow, even when things look bleak, God seems to come to the rescue at just the right moment.

After my dentist appointment, with anesthetized lips and face, I went to pick up the drugs that the second vet had prescribed for my beloved dog, Honeybun. The second vet, who we went to in dismay when the diagnosis of the first vet just didn't seem to fit the symptoms, had immediately asked to do back x-rays of our Honeybun. I had prayed in desperation that God would guide us to the person who might be able to help solve the perplexing problem of why our dog suddenly went lame. She had been limping and collapsing for 6 months, and was being treated for hip problems, with a few good days, but many bad days. The second vet looked at the back x-rays, and said the evidence was conclusive - a deformed vertebrae was pressing on the nerves to her legs. She put her on a nerve specific pain killer and anti-inflammatory medicine. I hurried home, gave her her pills, and within hours, Honeybun was walking again, following me around, prowling for food, and licking my hands as though she were content again. God seems to come to the rescue at just the right moment, I thought, cradling her dear face and scratching her behind her ears.

Later, I went on a run to speed up my metabolism and accelerate the dentist's numbing drug's exit from my system so I could eat lunch without biting off a quarter of my tongue. As I chugged around one corner, I saw an elderly woman, quite wobbly and frail, taking one ponderous step after another. In one hand, she dragged a heavy garbage can filled with sticks and yard waste. In the other, she pushed a walker with a big black bag of yard waste attached to it. She looked like she would keel over with each slow and agonizing step forward.

"I hope I don't insult her," I thought to myself as I dashed over.
"May I help you?" I asked.
"Oh I am almost there," she laughed.
"Well I am right here so I'll put those where you want them."
I dragged the heavy bags and can to the edge of the curb and wondered why she had attempted such a task.
"Well, thank you," she said, "I am glad you came along."
"God sent me around the corner at just the right moment," I said.
"Amen to that," she said, "He usually does."

And Amen to that. It's true. At just the right moment, He usually does.

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:6-8 NIV)

-save a dog-

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