I got raked over the coals this morning. You know how dentists and dental hygienists are, very bubbly and friendly. They want anything but you mad at them. Evidently my mouth was so full of tartar or plaque or whatever builds up in there, that she had to talk to me. So as much as a friendly dental professional can, she let me have it. She apologized at the end for "being so hard on me," even though she was very nice about it. Sorry, what a distasteful subject. Suffice it to say, that stereotype of the big, bad, nasty dentist's office--it's true. Not a fun place. On the bright side: no cavities.

Grace is where it's at. Now if we can just figure it out.

Lift up your head, all ye troubled, and He shall lift up thine heart. Believest thou me, inasmuch as ye shall strive to do this, the Father shall reward thee with plenteous peace and comfort. Selah.

Now isn't that last paragraph proof that perhaps there are other versions that are more helpful than the good old KJV? No, it's not proof, but it's a strong suggestion. When I'm studying the Bible on Wednesday afternoons and I'm asked to read a Scripture, sometimes I can't help but laughing at how convoluted the text sounds as compared with the NASV or especially the NIV. NASV ITB (is the best), BTW, IMO, FWIH (from what I hear).