Mommy-itis

Well, now it's the end of the day; time to write about all the wondrous things I daydreamed of while I folded laundry, cooked stir-fry, baked zucchini bread, and potty-trained a 2 year old. Except now my mind is blank. I can't remember for the life of me what I was going to write about - I had a hard time just a minute ago trying to remember what I cooked for supper! My brain does that sometimes. It's called Mommy-itis, I think. When you find the remote control in the pantry, the coffee in the refrigerator, and the baby wipes on the nightstand. You know you've got it bad when you look for the phone book where it's supposed to be and can't find it, and later on your husband lovingly points it out to you right there on the counter. How'd it do that??? It's good to know that my Heavenly Father never forgets where He's put something or where He's going. He is completely trustworthy. Although I may have misplaced the tea bags, I am always safe with Him. "This I declare of the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; He is my God, and I am trusting Him...He will shield you with His wings. He will shelter you with His feathers. His faithful promises are your armor and protection (Psalm 91:2&4)".