My husband and I drove through the desert back towards home.
“Blast!” I said, “I left my rings in your dad’s car!”**
The day before we had been golfing, and Andy told me that it is easier to golf with no rings, so I left them in the side compartment of the back seat. As a first-time golfer, I was so terrible that I could have been wearing 15 rings on each hand and couldn’t have done much worse, but I suppose I didn’t need any extra handicaps.
Golfing was lots of fun, but I forgot my rings on the way back to our vacation condo. And I forgot that night. And the next morning. And the next afternoon.
Not till we were 20 minutes away did I realize that my wedding and engagement rings were still sitting in that backseat side pocket.
But no big deal. I called Andy’s dad, told him where they were, and asked him to bring them when they came for a visit in a few days.
But then, a few minutes later, I realized that my purse was not by my feet.
“Did you grab my purse?” I asked Andy, who was in charge of packing the car while I was in charge of cleaning up dinner.
“Uhhh...no,” he said. “I didn’t even think about it.”
“I didn’t either,” I said. And then my face turned deep red. “Oh no.”
Forgetting my purse had become something of a habit with me. I’d forgotten it at Andy’s parents house a few months before, and Andy’s mom drove 40 minutes to meet Andy and hand it off. The week prior I had left it at a friend’s house. A few days before that I had left it at my pastor’s house when we had been there for lunch. And of course I had just left my wedding rings in a car.
This final time was the last straw. I felt intensely ashamed. Ashamed that I wasn’t enough of an adult to keep track of my stuff. Ashamed that I clearly wasn’t responsible. Ashamed that now we were going to have to drive an extra 40 minutes to retrieve it so I would have my keys and wallet.
Sometimes I suspect that I am more ashamed of situations like this than I am of actual sins that hurt people. Sure, I’m going to sin, and then I will repent and ask for forgiveness, but can I at least act like an adult and look like I have it all together while I do it? Is that so much to ask?