It was here, somewhere…

Where are my keys?  Where are my glasses?  Where did I park the car?

All of these questions came out of my mouth (at least once) at some time or another this last weekend.  It wasn’t an unusually complicated or confusing weekend.  I just manage to spend a fair amount of time distracted by stories in my head,  the antics of my daughters, and the crazy festival that is the family of man.  So it should come as no surprise that I often don’t know where things I need and use all the time are at any given moment.  And, true to form, my keys were in my pocket, my glasses were in my jacket, and the car was on level two, right past the blue trash can.

With this in mind, I’m sure none of you are surprised to know that when life is unusually complicated and confusing, I can find it very difficult to locate what I need and use.  When life is complicated and confusing it seems most unlikely that the Holy Ghost is in my pocket, in my jacket, or on level two, right past the blue trash can.  But then again, the Holy Ghost seems to specialize in the unlikely.

Last week, I’m driving to work and I’m searching (and I do mean high and low) for some reason to not head out of town and reboot with a move to any other place on the planet.  As I pull up to the intersection where I always buy my newspaper, I put my hand out the window with a dollar in it like I do every day.  Only this time, the guy doesn’t just take my money and hand me my paper.  This time the guy grabs my hand,

“Do you know what I like about you, baby?”

“No sir, what is it you like about me?”

“You’re always smiling, you always ask how I’m doing.  I know everybody in every car is going to work, but most of them are grumpy and don’t look at me.  You’re going to work and you’re smiling.”

“Well, I figure, as long as I’m up and out I had better make the best of it.”

“Thank you, baby”

“Thank you, sir.  You have a good day.”

As I drive down the street I look up through the windshield to the heavens and call, “Really? Really? Are you kidding me?”

When what I most need and use seemed lost, the Holy Ghost up and sells me a paper.  Sometimes grace comes with a crossword puzzle and box scores.

Annemarie