Every so often in my life something happens that reminds me to be humble. This is one of those occasions. I can't find my black roll on bag. It is small as bags do but on this journey it has carried all my medications. It was on top of a box full of dishes on the back seat of the truck and somehow or other, it has disappeared, and do I feel stupid.
I know it arrived in Texas, because today I wore my jeans which were in that bag. Last evening I needed my next week of medicines and went directly to my black bag. But it was not in the top house, neither was it in the truck. I assumed I left it at the lake, but today when we arrived, no black bag could be found.
I knew we have had much on our plate this past month, but I guess I was incorrect to think that we were doing well. Yet again, I must eat humble pie. I can not imagine where that important black bag has gone?
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