Why I Have Anxiety During Communion

So I had an experience worth telling yesterday. Worth blogging about. Communion. The Lord's Supper. One of my favorite times during corporate worship. Also one that produces great anxiety. 

Here's some setup. First of all, it was the 5th Sunday so there was no Route 52 (children's church) for Bryce. He wasn't in the greatest of moods yesterday, which either means tired or hungry. On this morning, he must have been extremely tired because he fell asleep in my lap during the sermon. 

I was totally ok because I never get to hold him like this anymore. 

Anyway, the time came for the Lord's Supper. Like I said, this always produces some anxiety for me. I am inherently clumsy. And communion can be a clumsy person's nightmare! Ever since I was saved at the age of ten and began to take part I had visions of dropping the tray with the juice. Later, once Shaun and I married, I was grateful that due to his worship leader position that put us on the front row. Which means during communion you usually don't have to pass the tray. The deacon just offers it to you. Which was the case yesterday. I was extra grateful for that since I had a 5 year old sleeping on me. 

Also, usually there are two trays. One for the little wafers, and one for the grader juice. We use one tray. We put a wafer in a juice cup (if you're baptist you know what kind of cup I'm talking about). Then we put the juice cup filled with grape juice stacked on top of the wafer cup. Then you just have to get one cup. Make sense?

Ok, so I've gotten my cups with no problem. Pastor Bart is doing his thing, I'm prayed up ready to go. I go to take the juice cup out of the wafer cup AND IT'S STUCK. I couldn't move it at all. I tried one more time, using a little more force. CRACK! My juice cup cracked, leaking grape juice into my wafer cup. And of course the crack made a loud noise. 

Shaun looked over at me, I think to hush me. I showed him my cracked cup. I made him take his wafer out of his cup and give me the empty cup. I poured all the juice into the empty cup. Crisis averted! Until I go to eat my wafer. It was stuck. As I'm trying to get it out, Bryce chose that moment to toss and turn in his sleep! So there I am, wafer cup in one hand, juice cup in the other, and Bryce is wiggling! Finally, he settled down and I was able to semi-calmly partake of the elements. 

Hopefully this little incident is the only one I'll ever have during communion...but somehow I doubt it!