Question: How did I recognize the Lord's hand in my life today? Answer: I didn't chew or swallow. (see below)
I can laugh about this now, and to be honest, I laughed about it when it happened, but mostly out of pure shock!
Last night before going to bed, I poured myself a tall glass of lemonade and was drinking it with a straw. I got distracted and ended up brushing my teeth before finishing, so I just left it out and figured I'd finish it in the morning. So, as I was enjoying my ketchup with a side of eggs, I reached for my tall glass of lemonade, put the straw in my mouth and took a long drag. Right then I noticed a texture less juice-like and more scratchy/pulpy. I knew right away something was wrong, I panicked and spit my juice out all over my plate...
Earwig. Live earwig.
And that's when the screaming started.
I swear I was speaking in tongues. I don't think anything actually made any sense, it was a lot of, "Ewww, ahhhh, a bug....in my juice....ahhhh (shudder) (spitting) oh ugh...". I ran upstairs and Clinton was sitting up in bed shushing me to be quiet. I quickly told him what happened and he stared at me with a completely disgusted face trying not to laugh. As my pitch and volume got higher and higher he asked me if I was laughing or crying and I told him "both".
Oh my gosh. My stomach still turns thinking about it, but it really was a funny situation. I think next time I have lemonade with breakfast, I'll be sure to make it "earwig" free.