Where Is It?

Every time I go to visit with my mom and dad I always hear, "I can't find ____"  You can fill in the blank with just about anything.  My mom doesn't like things laying on the table or the counter.  I really don't know why but it seems to bother her.  My dad can put something down, turn around, turn back around and it is gone.  We have found the box of Eggos in the cupboard, the last banana in the frig and an empty glass in the freezer just to name a few items taken from the table.  But then there is the clock that went missing from the wall only to be found on another wall in another room.  The best one was the toilet brush.  My dad could not find the toilet brush for over 2 weeks.  One day I was in the closet in one of the spare rooms for something and there it was clipped to a hanger for pants.  Why?  Who knows?  Actually neither does she.

In the midst of all this putting things away, my mom always looks so innocent and says, "I don't know what you're talking about." as she points to dad to infer that it was he who removed the item.  He gets blamed for everything.  He wears it well most of the time.  On some occasions it gets to him and he looses all patience but very rarely.  He simply says, "I know everything is my fault" and then smiles.  He takes care of my mom very well.  I am so very grateful that he is able to do that.  She can be a handful, that's for sure.

My mom moves things and forgets them but I suffer from forgetting to do the right thing.  There are times when faced with a circumstance, I forget how to respond in a biblical way.  The truth is that I do not need to look far asking the questions, "Where is it?" because the Holy Spirit is within me.  I have come to the conclusion that I forget how to respond biblically when I forget He is there.   

"Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world."  1 John 4:4  

How can I forget He is with me when He is greater than anything in this world?  I get diverted thinking of myself more highly than I ought.  When I get caught I may say, "I don't know what you're talking about."  My excuses are not good ones.  My mom sincerely does not remember but I choose not to remember who I am in Christ.

"I have been crucified with Christ.  It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me." Galatians 2:20a

My mom is going to continue to move things around and we will continue to hunt for them.  I am grateful that I never have to hunt for God.  He is always with me and will never leave me. (Hebrews 13:5)