The Attack of the Blender...

Sundays are interesting with a 17-month-old. Jamie and I take turns at church walking the halls with Megan. She is into everything and is rather loud which makes it difficult to take her to meetings. She has this cry that we like to refer to as 'The Squawk'. But I digress.

This past Sunday, on our rush out the door, we forgot Megan's blanket. It's her comfort. We bring it with us everywhere we go. You will commonly see Jamie or I walking around with it thrown over our shoulder. The YELLOW blanket. You can't miss us. My Mom made it for her and she just loves the fringe around the edge. She grabs the dangles and rubs them against her face and then sucks her thumb. Cute. But NOT so cute when we leave it at home. No blanket = lots and lots of squawking.

So, in the middle of Sunday School I decided to head home (we live really close to the church building) and retrieve her blanket and quickly head back to sit in the halls for another 1 1/2 hours. Fun. BUT...while I was home, temptation struck. My thoughts were..."it would be so much easier to keep Megan at home. Make something to eat (yes...it was Fast Sunday but I hadn't really fasted for a purpose. I am good at justifying my wayward actions). Rest awhile and head back to church later to pick up the boys."

At this point, I whipped out the blender to make myself a yummy pineapple/banana/vanilla soy milk smoothie (delicious, by the way). The pineapple was frozen and it was making the blender work really hard. Being the kind person that I am, I decided to help the blender out by sticking a fork in to push the fruit down. A 'blender assistant'...yep that's me. But I failed to notice that the cute little appliance didn't want my help. The fork hit the blade and that sucker spit out everything in one quick swoop. The fork, my hand and most of the shake. I looked around and all I could see was liquid shake EVERYWHERE. On the counters, cabinets, floor, windows, my dress and the ceiling. Lovely. After assessing the damage all I could do was laugh. "OK. I get it, Lord. You want me to remain fasting AND you want me to go back to church. I gotcha. Loud and clear!" Sometimes the Lord works in mysterious subtle ways, a gentle nudge. But sometimes we need more of a push, less subtle, more abrupt. I guess the more stubborn we are the bigger the nudge.

I am thankful that I went back to church and was able to attend Relief Society where I heard a wonderful message from my friend, Candy. It was exactly what I needed to hear. I don't believe in things being a coincidence. Heavenly Father wanted me to hear her words. So I am thankful for the attack of the blender...exactly the encouragement that I needed at that very moment!