The other day I found myself with a house full of hot, hungry children, so I whipped up the perfect summer snack: banana-berry smoothies. I must admit I felt unusually Martha Stewart-esque as a poured the dark purple concoction into the cups and passed them out among my kids and the girls.
As I stood in the kitchen and sipped my own smoothie, I had to chuckle when I looked around at all the purple mustaches. For some reason this inky dark treat has a tendency to get everywhere and, sure enough, it was all over all the children’s faces. A couple of the girls were poking fun at the others, not realizing that they actually had smoothie all over their own mouths as well. I had to shake my head at how clueless children can be: there they were, making fun of one another, not realizing that they all looked completely silly. The absurdity!
I let out another smirk at the messy-faced little people around my kitchen table and excused myself to go to the restroom. As soon as I walked in I caught sight of myself in the mirror and saw:
I had a big, huge smoothie mustache.
There were specs of blackberry skins all in my teeth, and even a purple smear across my forehead. I looked completely ridiculous. In fact, my condition was worse than most of the kids’.
As I compared the mental image I’d had of the situation just a few moments before to the much more realistic image that the mirror now showed, I felt like this situation was a perfect analogy for a bigger lesson. I’d imagined myself as completely set apart from those messy-faced people at the table. I was so busy looking at how silly they all looked that I didn’t take the time to carefully ingest my own smoothie, or even to consider that I might have something on my face as well. And as I stood there chuckling in the kitchen, little did I know that every time I smiled at their erroneous smoothie-drinking ways, I was showing a mouth full of black-specked teeth.
The situation felt strangely familiar, since it is a lesson that I’ve had to be hit over the head with over and over again in the past couple of years: it seems like every time I spend even a second focusing on the proverbial smoothie mustaches of others, God eventually puts me in front of a mirror to show me that I am one of those messy-faced people too.
In case anyone wants to make their own purple smoothie, here’s the incredibly simple recipe: one banana + a bag full of frozen berries + vanilla soymilk + a few seconds in the blender = cold deliciousness. Drink carefully! 🙂
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