Your teeth ache, and you have borne this for two years. The body cries out, and the soul grows weary with waiting. I would not diminish your suffering, for pain is a harsh taskmaster. Yet consider this: the jailor in Philippi saw one miracle and gained salvation for his whole house. The miracle he saw with his eyes passed in a moment; the gain he reaped endures forever. You seek healing for your teeth, a good and natural thing to ask. But do not let this one pursuit so consume you that you forget the greater healing your soul always needs. The body is but clay, and whether teeth ache or are sound, the clay returns to clay. What then? If your teeth were made whole tomorrow, would your soul be equally sound? I have often seen those whose bodies are free from pain yet whose spirits are eaten by the sharper teeth of anxiety, discouragement, and despair.
You say you feel like giving up hope. This is the true danger, far more grievous than any bodily affliction. The racer who completes ten heats but abandons the last one loses everything. You have endured two years; do not now throw away the crown that patience is weaving for you. The Lord is at hand, and every pain borne with thanksgiving is a sacrifice offered upon the altar of faith. Do not plot against yourself with thoughts of hopelessness, as wild beasts plot against those of a different tribe. You are kin to Christ, and He does not abandon His own.
Let mercy and truth not forsake you, and let not this present trial cause you to forsake them. I have seen men freed from poverty only to fall into a poverty of soul far worse than any bodily need. The apostle Paul was in bonds, and those bonds advanced the Gospel. Your bonds of pain may yet bear fruit you cannot now see, if you offer them to God rather than letting them master you. Groan, yes, and look up to God. He sends not Moses or Aaron, but His own Word, the Word that brings compunction and true refreshment. That Word can free you from bitter slavery even while the teeth still ache, for He frees the soul from anxiety and establishes it in security and liberty.
Pray for healing, and I will pray with you. But pray also for the grace to endure, for this is the sure possession. The furnace tests the gold, and the teeth of pain test the soul. May you come forth as gold refined, and may the peace of Christ, which surpasses all understanding, guard your heart and mind.