Jesus Healed My Tooth

    A few weeks ago, I was experiencing some tooth pain. After a week and a half of pain, I made an appointment. The Doctor asked if I'm a high-stress person. And if I grind my teeth. I denied both at first and then came to terms with both. She put me on a soft food diet for a week and some meds. She wanted me to give my jaw a good rest and meds for an inflamed nerve. And suggested a mouth guard.

    I had a follow-up appointment with my dentist a week later. No improvement. In fact, she wanted to do a root canal. At the first appointment, she didn’t think a root canal was necessary. Apparently, my tooth had gotten worse. She's put me on another two weeks of soft foods so minimal chewing and no gum. I was starting to feel like a toddler. I now have a mouthguard to sleep with, and actually, I'm liking it a lot so far. My jaw felt better even after the first night. I feel silly for not purchasing it sooner.

    After coming home from my follow-up appointment, I felt a little defeated. I wasn't afraid of the idea of the root canal or even the bill that would follow. I was likely more concerned about missing work and disrupting my routine. Sometime between Thursday night and Saturday morning, the Holy Spirit told me to pray for healing. I have never prayed for physical healing for myself. I know of other people who have been healed by God, and the Bible has many examples of Jesus performing miracles and healing people. So I knew that He could, but I have always struggled to believe it for myself. But I felt Him say to pray for it. That Saturday morning, hubby and I went over for a visit with hubby's grandmother, and the three of us prayed for my healing. Before heading over for our coffee visit, I mentioned to hubby about going up for prayer at church on Sunday morning. Then we ended up praying on Saturday morning. I felt relief Saturday afternoon. The healing wasn't complete yet, but it was on its way. I still wanted to go up on Sunday for prayer, kind of like an insurance policy. I wanted extra coverage. Hubby prayed in his heart, and the Holy Spirit told him to tell me that I needed to believe. Which was true. I was struggling to believe it was happening.  So I spent a few days practicing, believing what I already knew to be true. I still followed my doctor's orders and maintained a soft food diet for another two weeks, and by the end of those two weeks, I didn't feel anything. No discomfort, no pain, nothing. My mouth was back to normal. I’ve gone back to chewing gum, but I have drastically reduced my chewing time.

    When I was praying about it, I said to God that I have a lot of unbelievers around me who know that I am a believer, and I wanted them to see God's power. I also didn't want to go through the hassle of the procedure, but even more, I wanted the people around me to see God and what He can do. And He did it, Jesus healed my tooth, and saved us from a nasty dentist bill.

    Father God, thank you for healing my tooth. I pray that this would minister and encourage those who read this post and are reminded about or learn for the first time about your healing power and that you answer our payers. Amen.

I pray this encourages you today, friend.

God Bless

~Hannah