Forget

Did you forget?

Yes, yes I did.

So here we are 30 minutes before bedtime clearing out the brain and thinking about forgetting. 

How ironic.

And, it's not on purpose, really. I read the prompt this morning, really, I did, and I thought about it for a while, then ... life

and I forgot

That's been happening to me a lot.

Thank goodness for lists

paper

on my phone

on a notebook in the kitchen

in my day timer on my desk

on the sticky note shoved in my purse

lost in the texts of the last few days

in full notebooks stashed away in a box to go through later

so 

many 

lists

and I still forget

but I remembered

and so I will remain positive about my aging brain.

Yes, I forget, just like children forget to put their clothes away and take out the garbage.

But I remembered.

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PROPOSE

I would like to propose a toast:

To the independent thinkers, taking their time making decisions, sticking to them when they become unpopular and the subject of ridicule

To the people that stick to their morals when they are called “old fashioned” or “antiquated” or when they are laughed at or made fun of or shunned

To the artists that do their art in secret, invisible to Facebook, Instagram, and all other social media, working to create the thing in their minds and hearts, the thing that needs to BE

To the persecuted

To the secret prayers

To the writers who are true to themselves, unwilling to sell out, unable to write someone else’s story, happy to remain in the shadows, filling hundreds of notebooks, blogging, printing to folders, saving the best, sending to friends for encouragement, listening to conscience, doing the work

To the day laborers with aching feet, sore backs, grateful eaters, thankful buyers, blessed sleepers, happy family members, content in their place, doing the work God gave them to do

To the retail workers who take verbal abuse from the selfish, the entitled, the unhappy over-spenders, the con-artists and thieves, as they smile and wish them a good day – and mean it

To the young moms surviving each day and loving their children

To the young wives serving their husbands even when they are frequently unnoticed

To the people who have given up expectations and look to Jesus for the scope of their day

To the forgotten

To the forgiven

To the invisible

 

I propose a toast to you, Dear Reader

May the small blessings of your day be sweet.