Typical Morning? I hope not!
On the morning of the 15th February, without meaning to me then, my blender, wait with evil intentions in mind. I wanted to find out that you never, and I would never think to check the confidence of a device, if a heart is fine. My servant above, was used to emphasize the treadmill God, about the mental fitness of my heart. Of course I was out of shape and in need of adjustment.
It began on a typical morning, whiletry, my husband drive to work with breakfast in hand and fight for my son's determination to manage to disturb the peace and quiet of our house too. With increasing intensity were, my nerve extends to breaking like a long rubber band.
After lazy the night before, had seen my kitchen island less crowded days to put it mildly. Valentine's Day with an assortment of candy mixes were scattered everywhere. Amidst much confusion and "No, you can not taffy andLifesaver for breakfast, "I tried to drink Duane make.
A glass of milk and chocolate protein mix two bullets went into the blender. With a flip of the switch my morning went from the normal chaos of absolute chaos. I could wear it when I checked my information, the settings, or did my servants have a mind of its own power?
Chocolate Rain
Bursting into the air, only to return, my husband is destined breakfast fell on the ground like a rain of chocolateRain. My clean pajamas, along with the island, was the Cabinets of soils and all other conceivable area soaked. A thick, runny and sticky mixture to be sure ran in streams everywhere.
Now What To Do
Am I crazy? I Laughed? Did I not understand, and act like a good sport? No! I have none of the above. I am succumbed self-pity and cried, wondering who has dared to change the setting on my mixer. Surely someone to blame.
Crocodile tears gatheredsliding uncontrollably into my face while my son began to scream: "That freaked me out."
I began singing under my breath exposes the true state of my heart: "Why me, Why me?"
With different eyes
Fighting back tears, I pulled my rarely used mops out of the closet, wishing I had a girl to do the work. I began the task of cleaning up much to the chagrin of my puppies Ellie Mae. There she was with her "pig tail" of a tail wagging furiously lapping, what theyas a delicious mix. I took it with a sweeping gesture and muttered, by securing teeth "Dogs can not chocolate, you know."
The cleanup
After three rinses, I reached the first round of cleanup. Unfortunately, my feet began to stay on the ground, making sucking sounds with each step. All I could say was: "Ugh!"
Finally, with all of the door, I began the second round. The result was the steam cleaner with three cleaning pads. No, not one, butthree. Who would have thought chocolate milk was the composition of the adhesive? My clock seemed to mock with taunting tones while reminded me of a faster and closer to meeting my church with a heart to heart ministry. I could not miss the irony of the whole.
God speaks? Yes!
Shafts of light began filtering through the windows to stay, seemingly hundreds of tiny paws in the kitchen and great room. More tears, gathered to fall left, like so many drops of rain on a pile of valentinesago from the morning bustle of eight years. A firm with what I like to believe was a deliberate splash crack landed right in the middle of these words, "MVP! Good Sportsman Award! You can not beat, Valentine!"
Back To Momma
Momma's old proverb began echoing in my head: "Child, no need to cry over spilled milk." With her words in mind, I decided not to complain about any circumstance, nor I wanted a blender out of control mess with my day. Picking up thevalentine, splashed with salty tears and sweet chocolate, I decided it was time to muscles, new perspective and right attitude to build.
Healthy Paw Prints
I can not have a record to run miles on the treadmill, but as sure as the sun shines, I got the heart to a whole new body, the mental fitness in the blender called Life.
A seemingly sticky mess is a delicious blend of teaching, if we only let them. And as Ellie Mae will we see the good,Exit sweet paw prints of a healthy heart, where ever we go.
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