A few weeks ago, I hit my tooth while singing on a microphone. My front tooth. I didn’t think anything of it until I flossed and felt a rough place. Ugh.
One thousand and forty thoughts when through my head … I can’t afford to fix this right now. How could I have done this to my FRONT tooth? What if it gets fixed and then looks horrible? It’s my front tooth!
I slowly flipped over the mirror to the side that I refer to as the Mirror Of Doom … You know the one. The gigantically, magnified, shows all of your Flaws side. As I finished my dramatic cringe and slowly opened my eyes, I looked twice.
My tooth was OK. Just a teeny tiny piece of veneer had been chipped. The thin layer of finish that replaced my enamel so many years ago, saved the day.
Now I know that I will have to get it fixed eventually. And I know I’ll procrastinate about that for awhile, but if it hadn’t been for the veneer, I’d have been all cracked up. Now this is not a PSA for getting veneers on your teeth.
But I admit it made me think…
My tooth was damaged earlier and had to be veneered. So when it struck again it saved it, right? Not really. It still requires a dentist, someone taught to master creating a perfect replication of my tooth, to go in and recreate and rebuild and make it shiny and new again. Seemingly without blemish.
And I thought about my own heart. It’s be broken and beaten and cracked and mended what seems to have been 1000 times. And for so long I chose to let shame and grief and anger and worry be it’s protector.
“If I think of all the what if’s and plan ahead, I’ll be protected.”
“Don’t stop thinking of that wrong, I’ll remember to not trust again.”
“If I keep up my walls of protection, that person won’t hurt me again.”
And you know what? It didn’t work. I mean, it worked for a short time, but very much like the quick fix of a filling in the crack of a tooth, it wasn’t enough. It was riddled with Satan’s lies. Sneaky snake winding lies through my heart.
They were all lies.
There was only one way I could be made strong again. It was to be molded and mended correctly. It wasn’t until I handed my heart COMPLETELY over to God I felt those broken pieces come together and being made whole again.
You see all that the darkness and lies of the world were decaying my soul. And in return, breaking the heart of the One who gave me a new heart and soul. But God is good and when I surrendered to Him, He worked on that anger and disappointment.
He polished and cleaned until the resentment washed away. And he painted a finish of grace all over my heart. The pain I’ve felt, and will feel again, hasn’t been erased. But it has become a beautiful part of my story because it was healed with light and grace and not darkness and lies.
And unlike my sad little tooth, my polished soul will glorify God throughout eternity. And I’m so grateful I serve a God of peace and mercy and love that can heal even the most brokenhearted soul.
What kind of veneer are you allowing? Is it the lies of the world or the love of Christ?
My soul, rough and chipped, needs to be polished by God, every so often so we can see His glory.Click To Tweet
This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!” 2 Corinthians 5:17