No Fear

It’s the sound no mother wants to hear.

I was standing at the kitchen window, caught in the doing of the dishes, turning David’s poetry over in my mind.  It was a typical noontime on a (finally!) perfect summer day.  The kids were outside riding bikes when the air was cut sharp with the cry of a child.

My mind raced through the possibilities.  “Which child?  What’s wrong?  How fast can I get these dishwashing gloves off my fingers?”

My littlest one ran in, the red trailing behind her, pouring from her, while terror trembled in her eight year old voice.  She opened a swelling, quivering mouth, and revealed a little white shard where a whole tooth had been.

I grabbed wads of paper towel with one hand and called the dentist with the other, answering their queries in my “everything’s gonna be okay” voice.

“Yes, it’s a permanent tooth.  No, I can’t find the missing piece.  Yes, I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

The miles slipped down the road and she sobbed in the back seat.  “I’m so scared.  I’m not pretty anymore.  I don’t think they can fix it.  Are you scared too?”

I rehearsed the answers that I believe with all my heart, speaking truth to her swaying faith:  “Anna, this is not what we expected today, but it was not a surprise to God.  He is with us.  He longs to take care of you and carry you close in His arms.  You can trust Him.  You can trust me and Daddy because we love you so much.  And you’ll always be beautiful to us.”

Just two days ago, this sweet girl wanted to decorate a shirt with “Bible things.”  She wanted the cross.  The trinity.  Words from her two favorite verses:  “The Lord is on my side; I will not fear.  What can man do to me?”  And this:  “Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.”  Yesterday she wore her promises.  Today she had to walk in them.

DSC_0016The Lord’s kindness was revealed in a gathering of graces, from the gentle hands of a gifted dentist to a silly, swollen kiss for Daddy.  In Anna’s little world, this was a great, big thing.  And in the end, I think she got a glimpse of her great, big God.

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A happy wife, a mom on the learning curve, a daughter of the King . . .
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4 Responses to No Fear

  1. Julie Sunne says:

    You have such a gentle, sweet way of imparting Scriptural truths and lessons, Julie. I always leave blessed. Thanks!

  2. Frederic L. Scheffler says:

    I’m so sorry little Anna had this experience with her tooth. I believe you handled the situation very well, helping her to trust God that everything would turn out OK. With today’s dental practices dentists are able to perform near miracles. I presume that the dentist was able to restore her tooth to near perfection. We love our little granddaughter so much, and we will get to see her (and the rest of you) in a little over two weeks! Tell Anna how much Papa and Grammie love her.

  3. Tammy Davis says:

    Ah Julie. . . such a way with words! Such a beautiful picture of the practice we need to have to implement in the tough times. . .Such a mom of grace. LOVE, “Yesterday she wore her promises. Today she had to walk in them.” And oh do mouths bleed. . .mouths and heads. . .enough to send us poor mommies into the lap of Jesus!

  4. Elaine says:

    Thanks for sharing. Those emergency room drives have reminded me as a mom that i am totally dependent on God’s provision on more than one ocassion. It is also a wonderful time to model that truth to our children. May Anna heal well and each time she sees her smile in the mirror know that there is a God who loves her very much.

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