Has Anyone Seen My Teeth?

Todays post has been kindly authorised by Nanny who, for the prosperity and encouragement of my readers, has allowed this unfortunate story to be told.

I was woken at 6am this morning with a phone call.

Nanny, who is staying with us, has been going to work quite early each morning before sunrise, so in my half asleep state I assumed it was something to do with work. Poppa answered the phone and then a few seconds later I heard the front door open and a car take off down the street.

Nanny had forgotten her teeth!

You know that feeling you get sometimes, that you have forgotten something but you're not sure what it is? I am sure Nanny wished she listened closer to that little voice as she arrived at work and soon realised she had forgotten the plate which contained her two front teeth. A somewhat distressed Nanny promptly called Poppa and asked him to deliver her teeth as soon as possible.

When the sun finally rose and the teeth story was told there were a few chuckles around the breakfast table and everyone went about their daily tasks. But it was not Nanny who had forgotten the most important thing today.

I forgot to say Good Morning to my creator.
I neglected to thank him for the sunrise and the birds singing.
I ignored his promptings to read his word.
I was too busy to sit with him by the window.
I failed to stop and listen to him speak.
I cared not to ask him what he would like us to do today.

And for that oversight, there was something bigger missing from my day than a denture. And it wasnt put right till I called DAD to come help.

Next time you get that feeling that you have forgotten something,

Remember Him.
He is waiting.
Every Morning.