He wooed me. Those piercing eyes punctured my heart. His dreaminess captured my attention. He had more charm than all the guys I’d ever dated put together. And he knew just how to use it. I was never the same again.
Until I saw his teeth. Did I say that out loud?
I am ashamed to admit this itty bitty part of my romance to my main squeeze. But, the boy’s teeth were as crooked as the day is long. However, I finally surrendered my heart to this crooked-teethed man after he brought over some mint chocolate chip ice cream. I said “I do” some ten months after we began dating.
About two years later, Chris and I were leading worship at our church in San Antonio. With Chris being in front of people so much, we thought it would be a good investment to get him some braces. Thought, that is, until we learned that the investment would be over $4,000. Hello. We quickly dismissed the idea and began to pray about it.
Several weeks later on a Sunday a man approached Chris after our service had ended. Here is how the conversation went:
Man: Hey, I really enjoy your worship. You have such a gift. Chris: Ah, thanks. I really appreciate that. Man: I, uh, couldn’t help but notice that you have very crooked teeth. Chris: (Eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side.) Man: Well, God told me recently that I am supposed to give you braces. I’m an orthodontist.
Can somebody PUH-leeze give a clap offering to the Lord right now? What a God we serve.
Any miracle stories similar to this out there?