Good Things

God has been good to me lately. It all started when I was in Washington, D.C. a few weeks ago and I got a toothache.

A toothache? That's not good!

No it weren't. Not a'tall. I had been (shamefully) drinking a lot of soft drinks lately, and I assumed that had finally opened up a big ol' hole in my tooth. My tooth throbbed nonstop, and I started chewing on the left side of my mouth. I popped a piece of candy in my mouth and a stab of pain shot threw every time it got in the way of said tooth.

I had made up my mind before I went to D.C. that I wasn't going to touch the devilvision in the hotel room (don't get me started on why). Once I arrived in my room, I noticed the center-piece: a ginormous flat/wide-screen television screen in all its glory. I had never before been in a hotel room with such a technologically marvelous piece of equipment. I stood staring at it for a few moments, and then laughed.

You tricky devil, you.

When I turned out the lights two little red lights on the television splayed rays across the room, like searching eyes. It was quite eerie, I assure you.

And so, I spent a good bit of time in D.C. listening to sermons on my iPod and praying. One of the things I prayed about was my tooth. But it didn't stop hurting until I had been back home for a few days. And when I say it stopped hurting, I mean it totally stopped hurting. No residual throbbing thingy at all. I chomped on my teeth in different ways with the same result - no pain.

Monica had made me an appointment with our dentist, so I went ahead to see what he would say. When he pulled my x-rays up on the fancy schmancy flat-screen monitor, I was amazed to see a perfectly white tooth. No tooth decay anywhere. My whole mouth, in fact, was free and clear of tooth decay.

And that night, after a week with sick twins, we decided to try to head for the Labor Day meetings in Byron, GA. And got stuck in Atlanta's Labor Day traffic, the worse traffic I've ever seen in my entire life. It was so horrible we decided to turn around and go to the Saturday night services the next day. We spent almost 5 hours in the car that night for nothing.

But I am so glad we got back in the car the next day. Every year we think the next year's services can't get any better, but they always do. An hour before service started people were praising the Lord, worshipping, and singing along to the pre-service music. Some people were there four hours before service to be sure they would get a seat. Before Saturday night's prayer line they played the tape Be Certain of God, which is one of my favorites, and I'm sure is one of yours too. After Saturday night's prayer line people were leaving their canes in the parking lot.

Last night I went to check on the kiddies. They had fallen to sleep listening to a sermon, and Bro. Branham's voice echoed down the hall screaming (paraphrased), "Rise up and take God at His Word! Stand up and show Him that you believe!" I am convinced that you cannot listen to that voice for long and not believe. It compels you to believe.

And that's when good things happen.