Along with many other things, my wisdom teeth extraction have helped me come to find out that I'm not very good at being taken care of. God is teaching me that there is a time in life for everything. I've gotta say though, one of the hardest tasks I've been asked to do, is to just be patient. I may be a "toughy" when it comes to refusing pain meds because of the negative effect they have on my body...and being ok with bearing the pain of swollen jaws...but when it comes to being patient, I'm a BIG BABY! Ok, 48 hours is enough, I'm ready to move on, I'm done with this wisdom tooth thing. But nope. That's not what God wants to teach me. He wants to teach me to be content with kicking a pine cone around the block, and taking one step at a time, and saying HALLELUJAH when I can get down a bite of yogurt. I've learning that every moment is important for that specific time, and victories should not be robbed of their purpose by that terrible thing called comparison.