Confessions of a Loser

Good thing I’m not Jesus, the Good Shepherd. Not only would the poor sheep be lost forever, I’d be wandering around helplessly, trying to find my way back to the flock.

I often get lost as a goose. That’s an old saying I’ve always used,  but I don’t really understand it since geese fly thousands of miles in beautiful formation and get to the exact place they meant to! But maybe that’s just another of my malapropisms. See, I even get lost on a bunny trail!

But contrary to popular belief, I can find my backside with both hands. Everything else is dubitable! I often ask myself, “Where would a reasonable person put this item?” My next question to myself is, “Now where would I put it?” Sadly, myself seldom knows the answer.

I find gifts in drawers tucked away for birthdays that end up as Christmas presents. I grieve when I can’t find one of my gloriously gaudy earrings. I am doing a better job of locating my mouthguard these days, but my keys are another story. My Swedish Death Purge has done wonders for my ability to find things. BUT!!! Paring down to one hot glue gun compared to having three available seemed wise at the time. Now that I can’t find the one, I’ll be heading to Walmart this morning to replace the cute little pink one I kept but can’t find.

Which brings me to the almost final point. The hot glue gun was the reason I started this darn blog last night! By the time I got the computer set to write, I couldn’t remember what, in particular, I had lost this time. Losing one’s train of thought can often be blamed on dementia or Alzheimer’s. The technical term for my dilemma is Distracted-itis Profundus. I have so many things running through my head at the same time, some of the thoughts get lost along the way. Case in point. I put eggs on to boil this morning. Forty minutes later I remembered them after doing housework and looking online for something I finally remembered I wanted. I ate the eggs anyway.

Psalm 139 in the Living Bible is rich with promises of God. “O Lord, You have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit or stand. When far away, You know my every thought. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment You know where I am. You know what I am going to say before I even say it. You both precede and follow me and place Your hand of blessing on my head. This is too glorious, too wonderful to believe! I can never be lost to Your Spirit! I can never get away from my God!”

And that, folks, is especially good news for me!

Blessings

KB