Last week, my son Josh had urgent, unplanned dental surgery.
When he was 7 years old, he fell off his bike and damaged his permanent front tooth. 5 years later, we’re still dealing with the aftermath of that trauma and hoping that the multiple root canals he has and will have will save two of his permanent teeth.
Last Tuesday, Josh started experiencing gradually progressing pain in his mouth. Everything looked fine, but we couldn’t argue with the fact that the kid was most definitely experiencing growing pain. It was determined that an infection was present and needed to be taken care of immediately. The procedure he had on Friday became a lot more complicated that anyone had anticipated. It was obvious that an infection existed but it was hard to find the source.
Correction: It was excruciatingly painful for Josh as the endodontist worked to find the source.
After the pain subsided and the swelling started to decline, I talked to Josh about pain and how it’s a blessing sometimes. The look on his face was pure disbelief but he listened. I explained to him that if his teeth hadn’t start to hurt, we would have had no idea that there was something drastically wrong underneath the surface. He went through an awful time BUT he is now pain and infection free.
I’m trying to apply this lesson to my own situation.
It’s been no secret to anyone who knows me that my husband and I made a lot of massive changes to our lives in 2011. The biggest change was quitting my full time job in favor of a part-time one that would allow me to work from home and be a better wife, mother, and daughter to my family.
I’m really happy with these decisions. Our family is in a great place and I’m beyond thankful that God blessed us with the desires of our heart.
That being said, I’m dealing with pain right now and unlike Josh’s experience with Dr. C, there is no one who can operate to remove the source of the problem.
Gossip is the infection that keeps knocking on the door to my heart. I don’t know how my family became the recipient or how to handle it in a God honoring way. So far I’m able to remain silent but I can feel the poison trying to seep in under the cracks.
I don’t know what to say other than it hurts.
Was I wrong in what I told Josh? Does pain have a purpose? Or is sometimes pain just quite simply…pain?