I think it's only the right thing to do, when God blesses, to testify, His loving care, with those around us.
Return to thine own house, and shew how great things God hath done unto thee. And he went his way, and published throughout the whole city how great things Jesus had done unto him. Luke 8:39
This is what my Kylie Joy looked like this morning around six a.m.. And by looking at my puffy eyes, I'm sure you're thinking I was quiet the mess, and I was.
It all started Sunday night. I tucked my sweet bug into bed, gave her a night night sugar(she never lets me forget this part of my daily duties), and I went to bed myself. Several minutes pass and I hear sobbing coming from my sweet girls room. I went in to check on her and she complained that her tooth was hurting and she couldn't sleep. I looked at the tooth and it looked like it has for quite awhile now. You see the last time we took Kylie in for a cleaning(two years ago in January) they referred her to a Pediatric dentist because she had some cavities in her molars and, Kylie's teeth do not have much enamel so they had some concern about this. (We were in Kansas at the time and the dentist said her not having enamel on her teeth was due to me being on large amounts of antibiotics while pregnant with her. I never took antibiotics while pregnant with her so I'm not so sure about that, but, anyhow.) When I tried to get an appointment, with the dentist she was referred to, they could not get us in quickly and we were scheduled to be in meetings in a different state the next week, so it got put off. It has never left my mind though. I think about her little teeth all the time.
So I pulled her little lip out a bit and I see the problem instantly. Just under the tooth on her gum was a pocket of puss about the size of a pea. Okay, so this startled me a little and needless to say there was little rest Sunday night. I called the dentist here in OKC, first thing Monday morning. We are new to this dentist. I had a filling come out a few weeks ago and she replaced it for me. She schedule Kylie to come in at 10:30 a.m.. I got a call about 30 mins later, and was told there was a cancellation in the office for 10 a.m. and asked if I could get there by then. We got to the office and they started their routine, x-rays, photo's, and so on. I was a nervous wreck. I just kept praying and asking God to be with Kylie and calm my nerves. I kept pondering how we were going to pay for this and well, you know all the thoughts that run through a mama's head. They had a really hard time getting good x-rays because they were not equipped for little ones and her mouth was so tiny. The hygienist asked a few questions about Kylie, how long and how bad her pain had been. I told her that Kylie had just complained of it the night before and that her teeth had been bad for some time, and if it had not been for finances(not having dental insurance), and the fact that we travel so much I would have had her taken care of sooner. When the dentist came in, I will admit, I was a little upset that it was not the same dentist we have already been dealing with. She introduced herself and told me she was new in the office, she was very sweet with Kylie, examined her mouth and went on to tell me Kylie needed to be seen by a pediatric dentist. She then told me that her husband just happen to be a pediatric dentist and was just down the road. She also said that the hygienist told her the reason we had not taken care of Kylie's teeth before now was due mainly to finances. I agreed and then she went on to ask what causes us to travel so much. I told her that we were missionaries and had been to Indonesia several times and have done a lot of traveling here in the U.S. because of this. She smiled and said my dad is a pastor, I understand. She left and came back to let me know she had texted her husband and he would squeeze Kylie in as an emergency visit in 20 minutes. We headed his way. She was once again examined and then the Dentist came in. He named off all the conditions of Kylie's teeth to his hygienist and she wrote them down filling the whole sheet of paper. I know, it's terrible. I have failed in this department :( After discussing everything that needs to be done the dentist left, he returned in less than a minute. He just stood in the door way and said, "My wife said your family has been involved in missions." "Yes, that's right." I responded. He went on to tell me that he and his wife, after getting kids through college have a hearts desire for mission work. He said they make two mission trips a year. We talked a little about this and then he went on. As the hygienist discussed with me what to do, we had decided that today they would take care of the abscessed tooth and as we could afford it we would have the rest taken care of. We are talking thousands of dollars of dental work. The dentist walks back in and sits down in front of me, softly smiles and says I want to take care of all of Kylie's teeth at no charge. I will cover the cost. He told me that he talked to his boss who is a great man of God and he is allowing him to do this. Speechless, I just began to cry. As did the hygienist, who quickly asked me to stop it because she was pregnant and was an emotional time bomb. I thanked him and he told me this is why he does what he does. He just wants to help people. We then scheduled for Kylie to have oral surgery at 7 a.m. the following morning. He let me know that there would be a charge from the Surgery Center and a charge of around $950 for the anesthesia. I then took Kylie to get a physical and finally sometime just before three we ate lunch together, then we got her antibiotics and prepared for an early Tuesday morning. It was an emotionally and physically exhausting day. I think I cried ¾ of the day, every time I thought of the blessing God had given our family, I would start again. My dad drove up to the city to stay with the other kids while we were getting her little teeth taken care of. I am so thankful for this! Kylie Joy went back around 7 a.m., a nurse came to let us know that she giggled herself to sleep and that they had begun the dental work. Kylie was very upset when she came out from under her anesthesia. I sat with her and we headed home as soon as we were allowed. As I neared the house it dawned on me that I had signed a paper stating I would pay before I left the surgery center and they had never asked for payment. I thought maybe I was suppose to stop on my way out, and with Kylie being so upset I forgot. After, getting her home and calmed down I called the center to let them know I forgot to stop and pay and I could come up there and take care of it. She told me that the Dentist talked with them and let them know he was working for free and that they had agreed to do the same. You cannot understand the overwhelming feeling of blessings being poured down upon our family. God started by sending us to the right dentist, who I not knowing God's plan, thought was the wrong dentist and he kept his loving hand on us the entire journey. We never expected any help and we never asked for any help, except help from the Lord. Our God is so gracious to supply our every need.
My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
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