God Works in Mysterious Ways

Yesterday The New Receptionist and I were jonesin’ after some banana pudding. We must have talked about it for 45 minutes.

This morning, one of our patients walked in with six bowls of banana pudding – as in get out the milk, sugar, eggs, and bananas and boil them up banana pudding. I made banana pudding once. It was so not worth it. Jello works just fine for me.

We were teasing her about having a recording device somewhere in the office. Because how on earth could she have known?

Because God told her.

Uh huh.

She said God woke her up at 3 am to tell her that she needed to make some banana pudding to take to her doctor’s appointment.

Everyone always says he works in mysterious ways but this takes the cake. Or the pudding.

I don’t know about you, but had God woken me up at 3 to talk about pudding, I would kindly ask him to get back to me around 7. Or 7:30. Because unless someone’s dying, no one should ever contact me in the middle of the night. Not even God.

I’m done being sacrilegious now.