In festering my fear of going to the dentist, I may have failed my way into the low point at which I stand upon today. In the weeks to come, I want to confront the consequence to the choices I once made in both its tangible and its intangible effect on me; both in the pain in my body and in the sense of guilt, shame, and regret I feel in hindsight. I pray to the Lord and request for the courage, strength, and grace I need to endure the ride ahead. Beneath the tale of my teeth is the tale...
