A few years ago, I went through a period of extreme forgetfulness. I was probably getting far too little sleep at the time, and it was taking it’s toll!
First, I left my wallet on the bananas while grocery shopping and didn’t realize it until I went to pay 20 minutes later. Thankfully, some wonderful person found my wallet and dropped it off at the customer service counter. (Thank you whoever you are!)
Another time I left my credit card at the till at Staples and had to go and talk to the store manager to get that back. A few days later I left my bank card in the bank machine!
So you can understand my husband’s concern. “Don’t forget anything, okay?” he said, stressing the word anything. I did my grocery shopping and mentally went over everything that I had to remember while standing at the till. I remembered my coupons. Check. I put my credit card back in my wallet. Check. I put my wallet in my purse. Check.
I walked out of the store confident that I had remembered everything. “Where are the groceries?” my husband asked when I got back to the van. Yep, I had forgotten to bring the cart out.
That was a few years ago, but that experience has caused me to mistrust my memory!
On Tuesday, I was headed to town to go skating with my children and my friend Miriam. I couldn’t help a little boasting. “Yesterday, I took the boys in for their FSA testing and I was actually the first parent there and I didn’t forget anything!” Miriam really did seem impressed. (She knows me.)
A verse popped into my mind. “If you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall,” I said with some nervous laughter.
“We’ll probably get to the rink and realize that you forgot something,” Miriam laughed back.
“At least we have all the kids,” I said, doing a quick head count in the mirror.
“The stroller!” I exclaimed. I had forgotten it and Joel, who is not yet two, would be difficult to deal with on the ice without my stroller.
But it all turned out perfect when Barb—another dear friend—showed up with her super duper stroller that can fit two toddlers and a baby in a car seat!
Here is a picture that Miriam took of me pushing the three little ones. Joel, has the helmet on. He’s sitting by Barb’s little girl, and behind them is Barb’s baby all covered and sleeping snugly in his car seat.
God is so good to me. I never cease to be amazed at how he works everything out for good…even my forgetfulness.