I am nearing the end of my final semester in Dental Hygiene and there have been plenty of hills to climb. We have all been preparing for boards the passed few months and today was my last clinical. So much weighs on our clinical boards and things have to be just right in order to pass. I had my local anesthesia board on Thursday and the night before I was freaking out, worrying, and feeling nervous and unsure. I thought about all that I have done to prepare for these exams. I thought about how much I have prayed to get through them and how many people were praying for me too. I was still anxious that it wouldn't work out. I remember that night praying and finally realizing that I had done all I could do and the rest was in the Lords hands. I have talked about believing in the Lord and trusting that he can help us. And once I realized that I needed to have complete trust in Him to help me, I was calm. The next day was long as I awaited my turn, but I wasn't anxious. I went through the process and was very nervous when I got into clinic but it worked out, I passed the test. I was very relieved and grateful but knew the stress wasn't over. I had my last clinical today and had prepared everything well and got all the details ready and perfect. I opened up my scriptures last night and read a highlighted verse: "...the Lord in his great and infinite goodness doth bless and prosper those who put their trust in him." Again there was the trust. So I went to sleep reassured and woke up this morning. My patient called me one hour prior to test time and said she she was sick and didn't think she should come in. That is the worst phone call to get on board day. I got off the phone and was in tears, I was mad and bitter, I couldn't believe it was happening. I texted my classmates to see what backup patients were available. I didn't get a definite response so I said a prayer, packed up my stuff and went to the school. I regained my composure and got the feeling that somehow it was going to work out. I walked into the classroom where the girls and their patients were waiting. There was one patient who had been seen on Friday that had been a back up for yesterday that no one used. I called him at 7:30 on a Sunday morning to ask him if he could come in. He agreed and was there by my check in time. His x-rays were already complete and he was accepted on my first submission. It was amazing. I still don't know if I passed the test but I know that a prayer had been answered. I think of this trial and what I am supposed to learn from it. After all you can do you must have the faith for the rest. I may always struggle with that principle but one day I hope to have perfect faith.
