Humor

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At the risk of sounding somewhat indelicate, I’d like to share an experience I had quite recently and it involves my tmj splint. For those of you unfamiliar with such an item, it is a plastic contraption that keeps the owner from grinding their teeth. Said item can be removed but should be worn as many hours in the day as possible.

I’d gone to the market and had purchased a “treat” aka a Hershey Bar. This cannot be enjoyed while wearing the splint and since I was too impatient to wait till I got home, the splint went out and the candy bar went into my mouth.

Once home, I put away the groceries and other purchases and gave the splint no further thought. When I went to retrieve it, I discovered it was definitely missing and the hunt was on.

Four days went by and I still hadn’t found that little dickens and concern was setting in. I sat down and then I prayed, because I know God cares about sparrows so he surely must care about $500 splints! I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to fret and stew because if I was meant to find it, I would.

I went through my small apartment with a fine tooth comb, even going so far as to empty the kitchen garbage bag and sift through yucky stuff one gross item at a time! I’m still shuddering! Then I checked my car from stem to stern but without success. By now, the apartment is much neater, the car is cleaner and my possibilities are much more limited.

In the back of my mind there was a hazy thought about “plastic bags” so I searched through every one of those I could find..and there were lots of them. Still no splint.

By this time, all my options had been used and I was to the point of resigning myself to the fact that my splint had flown the coop. As I sat at my desk, writing about all this in my journal, I just happened to turn my head ever so slightly to the right and there, hanging on the doorknob was a bright yellow plastic bag from the local dollar store. You guessed it! I walked to the bag, hanging in plain sight, and when I squeezed the bottom, felt the missing item right there where it had been all along.

I remembered to say “thank you” but I also started laughing and saying, “You know, Lord, sometimes your sense of humor almost borders on wicked” and I think he understood. This isn’t the first time He’s bailed me out of a difficult situation but somehow in the process I always learn a lesson.

This time it was to keep my mouth closed and my splint in it!

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