Uggh. What a day! Part 2

I had a rot canal this morning. Unexpected. Totally.

See last Thursday I had a cavity filled. I distinctly remember the dentist saying it wasn't a very big one, although it was at a weird angle.

By the next Wednesday I decided my tooth hurt too much for me not to call the dentist and complain about the hurting. Despite having five kids, I really don't enjoy pain. Well, my guess was the filling had come out or cracked or something not that bad.

WRONG!!!

*sigh*

Long story short, I walked in the Dr. Haden's office at 7:59 am and walked out a 8:38 with a brand new root canal. The root canal themselves aren't bad. When the numbness wears off, they're royal pains. Kinda like my kids when they don't want to help clean house.

Fortunately, I have medication.

For the tooth.

Only problem is that once I slept off the drugged state I was in following the root canal (yes, I'm amazed I drove myself home) and then got my two youngest (and sickly) chitlins fed and dress, that only gave me about 2 and a half hours before the middle two kids came home from school. No way could I make it to Cost-Co for the grocery supplies hubby needed AND make a pharmacy run to Wal-Mart.

Silly me chose food over drugs.

I'd ramble on comparing my life to a welfare dependant, but I have a poopy diaper to change. And a house to clean because we have 60-ish people coming over for dinner tomorrow night, then another 50-ish youth coming over on Sunday night, then a Bible Fellowship Group on Monday night, which also happens to be the day my in-laws drive in from Oklahoma. Oh, and then on TKSG day, hubby's cousin, her hubby, and their 3 teenagers arrive from New Jersey.

Must clean.

Must by drugs.

Must make fudge because what goes best with drugs? Chocolate.

It's a good thing I don't have time to say something welfare-ish.

To Write or Not to Write

Over in one of my Christian writing groups, we've been discussing how someone knows if s/he is called to write. Some comments have been idiotic. That you can string words together in a coherant sentence doesn't make you any more a writer than someone who cooks a yummy dinner is a chef.

However, one post was so fantastic, I have to share an excerpt (my additions in [ ]).


I think some people worry about whether they are called to write or not too much. Sometimes we can use the idea of being called as an excuse. Some take time off from writing to examine whether they are called to write or not. Some even quit because they don't feel they were called to write, or aren't sure if they are.

I certainly believe God can call someone to be a writer. Of that I have no doubt. But I also think we can become so worked up over the question of call that we let the actual discipline of writing falter. I think a better use of our time would be to write if writing is something we feel drawn to, have a talent for, or have the drive to pursue.

If you are truly called [to write], you will know. And if not, you will still be glorifying God by using the mind, hands, talent, and work ethic he placed within you. I've never known of a single case where sincere people offered a gift to Christ, asked His blessing, and offered themselves in the process, only to be told, "No thanks. I don't want it."

Are you called [to write, to serve, to _____]? Don't let the question overshadow the gift.