Back in the Car

There’s a scene in one of the Jurassic Park movies where the characters are in their car and are thrown into a tree by the T-Rex. They begin to climb down the tree and are almost out of the car when the car dislodges and falls down on them. The boy then says, ” I guess we’re back in the car again.” I think of that scene often these days. It’s a picture of grief for me: just when I think the onslaught is over and I can rest in safety, the T-Rex awakens and I find myself back in the car… again.

I got my jaw injected today. I’ve been grinding my teeth for months now and my jaw finally had enough as it once did in 2015. It causes quite possibly my most intense physical pain to date, second only to natural childbirth. It doesn’t last long but it sure does pierce my weary soul and unleashing the tears of pain unleashes it all.

I thought I might drown in the sorrow today until a friend unwittingly changed the direction of the car.
She simply hoped that the shot would be worth the price of the pain… Her words made me realize that hope is always worth the price because Jesus is my only true hope. He knows a thing or two about soul wrenching pain… and about hope.
Thank God that He’s sitting right beside me in the car, again and again, or I would be truly lost, indeed.

Anne
June 23, 2021