Me and my mouth

(thought red appropriate for the present subject): So, I got my wisdom teeth out today. Not bad, not bad at all. God is gracious to me and oh so good. Makes me think abit about what I say, only because it takes more effort. What I am putting in, only because I have to worry about infection and about causing more pain to myself in addition to the necessary pain already present. Funny how life lessons can be drawn from life experiences, in this way anyway. It feels like there's still something going on in my mouth, healing I suppose, but almost this indespensible feeling that the dentist is still in there, trying to get the teeth out. But it's a process right? The teeth are gone, but the experience is still fresh in my mind and I am willing to think back on it and meditate about what I have learned and what that means for me now that it has passed. Old wounds are still healing, along with the fresh ones. Sometimes I wonder if the old ones will ever completely heal, sometimes I worry that they will. I don't know. Just thinkin', y'know? Thanks for listening. I love friends. I will miss you next year, even though I still look forward to the future. Peace.