Hurricane Matthew has set its sights on Florida. And tomorrow he arrives. (Or so we’re told!)
I can’t say I’m excited at his coming, but at least I’m as prepared as I can be. It’s kind of in my nature. I’ve stocked up on supplies such as water, food, batteries and a hand-crank emergency radio that will also charge my phone. Even sandbags are in place.
What I couldn’t have anticipated was a mild toothache last evening turning into a major source of pain during the night. Pain meds and an ice pack didn’t touch it, prompting a 3 a.m. trip to Walmart for numbing gel. That took the edge off enough to get in a few more hours of sleep.
Morning dawned early — like when the numbing gel wore off — and with it dawned the realization that unless I wanted to risk living in pain for an undetermined length of time, I needed a dentist and I needed one today — before Hurricane Matthew’s arrival.
Long story short, God provided a dentist that could fit me in this morning, just like He provided all the other things I needed. Isn’t He great? I’m back home, minus one tooth, and strangely thankful it’s gone. Now I’m ready for Hurricane Matthew’s arrival — or so I keep telling myself!
Your prayers would be appreciated. Even more so for those living along the coast where the brunt of the storm will be felt.