It was bound to happen at some point. I suppose.
I was standing at the communion table with the bread in my hands- lovely, beautiful bread made from the special communion bread recipe of a dearly departed saint of this congregation. I was holding this bread up...and I forgot the words.
I forgot the words of institution, y'all! How many times have I done this?
I did collect myself, finally, after about five really long seconds. Long enough that it was pretty obvious I had forgotten the words.
Well, here's hoping I don't have a similar brain fart next Sunday!