Like many people, I have a great deal of anxiety going to the dentist. Like all the joints in my body, my mouth is small, doesn’t move well, and my teeth are terribly crooked. I have always attributed that with the juvenile rheumatoid arthritis that I had. At my appointment today, I met a new a new dentist. While he was looking at my teeth, he asked if I got very sick when I was about 3 years old. Ironically – or maybe not – that is when I got the arthritis. I asked how he knew. He said he could tell my teeth didn’t develop properly at about that time. I was a little shocked and also impressed. No one has ever asked me that question before. It certainly gave me more confidence in him.

I Found God today being impressed by a dentist who knew my history.