Miracles and Metaphors

How I look out my window may not be the same as how you would look out of it if you happened to spend any length of time in my living room. Of course you're welcome to come to my living room, but I'm not home much lately. This piece has nothing to do with windows, but it does have much to do with how I look at something with the understanding that you may not see it my way at all.Also, as a prelude to my observation, this writing is not intended to cast judgment on anyone; although, it is likely it may do that. With those disclaimers in place, here are my thoughts I've been tossing around in my head concerning miracles and metaphors.

As some still say, "back in the day" I wrote a  blog about arbitration and abscess. If you didn't read it and your curiosity is peaked, look for it. It's there. It was in reference to an abscess I had in my mouth and how it reminded me, in many ways, of the arbitration process I was going through in the school district. The day before my first arbitration hearing, I had a horrific pain in my mouth that dental x-rays could not decipher.
My gum under one molar on the lower right side of my mouth was swollen so much I could not chew on that side of my mouth for weeks. Nothing revealed itself for months, but I prayed and spoke wellness and struggled to "faith" my way through the pain knowing God could heal me in an instant if I would only let him.

The pain morphed and moved in the same quadrant of my gum for months, a year and a half to be exact, until I was up for my second and final day of arbitration. Yes, it was a ridiculous length of time between  hearings. However, something had changed in my mouth. I had developed a large pocket on the bottom gum below my tooth that would periodically fill up with blood, becoming quite painful. Then, usually during a morning tooth brushing, it would break giving me relief until the next fill up. I lost the arbitration. I knew it was not just but God is just, so I cried my cries and moved on with my life. The abscess would not leave, though I thought it might after the second hearing since it had finally surfaced completely from its hiding. It was no longer painful except when it filled up, and it filled with farther and farther intervals between blood lettings. It was also diminishing to a smaller size. Two weeks ago, not exactly, two very unusual things happened in synchronicity and I think, although you may disagree and that's fine, they are evidence of both miracles and metaphors. The whole thing was so peculiar I wouldn't write about it for days just because I had to test it to see if it was real. It' real. I'm healed. Here's what happened. My gum filled up and bled for the last time the day before Dr. Grego, the Superintendent who supported locking me away and taking away my job for expressing concern over weak writing curriculum in our high schools, announced his resignation. He was being coerced by the School Board for several reasons I won't go in to here. That was at the beginning of the week. He gave the final statement making his announcement definite at the end of the week. My now small spot was a little sore that week. On Friday, the day of his definite resignation, I looked in the mirror and noticed, almost two years of gum disease was gone. I have nothing else to say about it except, wow.

Keep awake and pray that you may not come into the time of trial; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. Mark 14:38

Peace. Love, Linda