Forgetfulism

As a kid, I always liked these lame sayings. You know, the ones that most people, after taking the time to listen to, just say haha. 

One of my favorites was,

"the absent-minded professor thought he had left his watch at home, so he pulled it out of his pocket to see if he had time to run home before class to get it."

Well I'm not anywhere close to being a professor, but it seems like I have a bad case of absentmindedness lately and it seems to be getting worse. 

Last week one day I was making glass. Aiyana was getting ready to head to volleyball practice and so I did the dad thing, I stopped for a minute to check her car out to make sure all was well. After that I went inside and got a drink, reported “all is well”, and then headed back to the glass shop.

 I was making a piece that I thought would be neat to video, and so I went to grab my phone off the bench. It wasn't there and so I ran up to the house. I didn't see it there but didn't take much time to look as I was in the middle of a piece and needed to hurry back. I finished the piece and then went back to the house to find my phone. And then it hit me. I had laid my phone on the roof of Aiyana's car when I opened the hood to check the oil. Oh no! 

Jenelle was running errands with the boys. In my absent-minded state, I was thinking that since our land line didn't work for long distance,  it wouldn't work for our cell phones either, and so I didn’t try to call. Somehow I needed to get a hold of Aiyana. I emailed Jenelle on the computer and put "help" in the subject line. Hopefully she would stop or have one of the boys check it. It worked!

Blake tried to call my cell phone to see what was wrong but I didn't answer. After reading the email, they decided calling my phone wouldn't help and that they needed to get a hold of Aiyana. By this time, Aiyana was already playing ball and didn't hear her phone.

In the meantime I was slowly driving down the road, looking for my phone and praying. I remembered a lot of my past phones. The one that I dropped and shattered in February. And the one that died in the Chesapeake almost exactly a year ago. And that one reminded me of the one that I dropped in the live-well of the fishing boat on Deep Creek. And so I was talking to God. Things like, "God, Jenelle is going to kill me if we don't find that phone. Well, maybe not. But she'll be upset because we are trying to save our pennies, and I just got a new phone in February, and I'm so clumsy and forgetful and all of that stuff, but l really just need to find my phone". 

I kept looking but wasn't finding the phone, but somehow I knew it would be alright. There are much worse things that can happen in this world.

Since I wasn't seeing it, my hope was that somehow it made it all the way to Cumberland on top of the car. Well it didn't make it.

Jenelle got a call a little later from someone that picked up my phone about nine miles from the house. They were on vacation just passing through. And though the phone was locked, they were able to call the recent missed call from Blake just by tapping on it.

Jenelle hurried to get the phone and all ended well. She was even smiling and chuckling but suggested something about chaining myself to the phone.

One of my friends says that I am so lucky. 

Well, I like to think that God just wanted to show me that he cared. It feels really good to know that he'll send some "out-of-towner" way up here in the mountains to find my phone!

So thanks to whomever that someone might be! I like to think that a lot of the little things that we do on our journey often matter more than the journey itself!