My tombstone is probably going to read: She still doesn’t know where her car keys are.
I’m a relatively intelligent woman. I’ve earned a degree, held several
respectable jobs, and raised two children. I can recite most of the
dialogue from It’s a Wonderful Life. I remember lyrics from old
Partridge Family songs which, as a child, I used to belt out into a
microphone I’d built from Tinker Toys. And, yet. Sometimes I forget to
mark withdrawals in the checkbook. I forget to order heating oil. I
can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve asked a friend to swing by
my house to see if I’ve left my iron plugged in.
Memory can be a fickle thing, but like all of God’s gifts, it ought to be stewarded well.
I'm honored to be featured over at The High Calling today. Won't you click here to read the rest of the story?
5 comments:
Going to read. The Partridge Family is what snagged me. ;)
So with you and Lyla present, we could get both It's a Wonderful Life and The Princess Bride?
Awesome.
Headed over to THC earlier...
Want to come over and watch "It's a Wonderful Life" together? We can quote the dialogue in tandem!
That'd be great, old building-and-loan pal of mine!
Wonderful lead sentence...you're such a tease...going over...to get the rest of the story :)
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