Was fixing a turkey dinner Sunday.. just because... Boiled a ginormous pot of potatoes and attempted to make mashed potatoes.. Initially, there was a quest to remember where I put the mixer since I had to unload all the cabinets and find new temporary locations for all my gadgets, it ended in success... then I went to plug it up in our make shift kitchen in the other room.. forgot the outlet by that sink is dead.. unplugged the mixer to go to the other room to find an outlet that works, attempted to carry the mixer and pot of steaming potatoes I just drained the boiling water off of..
*pause for effect*
Rushing to finish preparing dinner before guest arrived, I grabbed up both, not realizing that the cord of the mixer had wrapped around a handle on the cabinet.. I turn like the STOOGES doing NIAGRA FALLS.. took about two steps when the cord jerks the mixer in my hand causing the pot in my hands to go flying into the air throwing taters, butter, milk, and all into the air and all over the floor, cabinets, and anything else fortunate to be in the way...
*sigh*
Now I have no mashed potatoes for the turkey dinner, no dust pan, and no mixer... (mixer broke when I threw it at the pile of potatoes in the floor, and my dust pan is in the yard covered in potatoes and butter).
*grin*
I was not a happy camper.. made some microwave potatoes to go with dinner.. which was wonderful despite it all.. later, when I was laying in the bed talking to God about my day.. I apologized for not even thanking him... Would have been so easy for someone to have been standing in the kitchen, or Capo to be right there in the floor, or the pot to have fallen in a way to have splashed the potatoes all over me.. but it didn't. No one got burned or hurt. It took some effort to clean up.. but was quickly passed us and just a bad memory.
My initial reaction should have been to tell him THANK YOU... but I didn't.. and yet, he loves me anyway. He knew I would see it eventually, his hand protecting me and those I love, allowing so much to grow me into maturity, but only so much. Funny that a pot of boiling hot potatoes can seem so insignificant.. but if they had caused serious burns it would have been a very different story. So often we miss the happy endings because we are so focused on broken mixers and dirty dust pans and spilled potatoes and milk.
Look for his hand of protection in every miserable encounter of life, and thank him for drawing a line and telling hell, "only this far.. and only so I can bring even greater things to this child that I love so much."
HAPPY THANKSGIVING WEEK!
♥
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