I opened the refrigerator to discover the unthinkable–Daughter #3 drank the remaining orange juice.
I saved just enough for me. How dare she? I know it was her because she left her empty carton on the counter, and well, Hubs would have discarded the evidence.
This is ground for termination in my household. How in the world will I swallow my vitamin now?
It is huge; horse-pill status.
Well, it feels like it. Probably twice the size of ibuprofen.
Even with OJ, it still takes a good five attempts to swallow it down. Even when I place it far back in my mouth, it makes its way back onto the front of my tongue.
I attempt again. And again.
Panic sets in. I just may choke.
Does anyone know the heimlich? Anyone?
So my daughter, who thinks I tend to be entirely too dramatic, says, “Mom you swallow pieces of food larger than that pill.”
Maybe. But does she realize how many times I chew oatmeal before it finally goes down?
Desperate though for my Vitamin B, I take the risk…
And… I am alive to talk about it. Took about ten attempts. The coating pretty much dissolved completely.
It tasted quite bitter.
Sometimes good things are hard to swallow.
One day, standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for the day, God spoke to me. Actually, it was more like through me:
“You are Beautiful.”
“You are Accepted.”
“You are Loved.”
I have shared this before. But, sometimes we need to regurgitate the truth before we entirely believe it.
Before it is swallowed deep, deep within.
Just so you know, these words are not just for me.
If you are feeling unattractive, rejected, unloved…
By all means, spit it out.
Don’t swallow these lies any longer.