Last week was hectic, to say the least. I had a front tooth pulled to make room for a new partial. I broke my 13-year old partial two weeks before. I am now trying to get used to the new "substance" of the partial. It is very rigid until you put it in "warm" water before you insert it into your mouth. Once you place it "gently"into your mouth, it is supposed to fit the form to the contour of you mouth. Everything is not always as it seems. It cools; it is rigid again; it hurts.
Breaking my WONDERFUL I-pad was also a downer for the week. I so appreciated that machine. It was easy to use, comfortable in my hands, and such a tool that I had come to depend upon. I text Tom and he said to send it to him to download the info. He also indicated that maybe SANTA would bring me a new one. That wasn't why I sent it to him. I hate to impose on his expertise, but he is so good at what he does. It's extremely convenient to have him to rely on in these technical times.
Thinking I had a really bad week, I was moaning about my situations, when I got a phone call from a close friend.I realized my week paled in comparison. He has just been diagnosed with HIV. How do you respond to that kind of news? I hope I responded the way God would have wanted me to respond. "What would Jesus do?" certainly applies. I tried to sound supportive and not negative. He had just come off of a "suspension" at work that should have had him fired. I reminded him that God loves him and wants to provide for him, if he will let Him. He knows he has had people praying for him, even before this diagnosis. He asked me to let one of my prayer partners know about his diagnosis. He knows her and knows she prays for him.
I know HIV diagnosis is not the immediate death sentence it used to be. I also know the meds are necessary. I know my friend is close to the level of diagnosis of full blown AIDS. I know my heart hurts for him. God is still good. God is still in control. Knowing those two things has kept me going for a long time.
