I have a theory about altitude and memory loss. This phenomenon occurs in women living in a dwelling with stairs, and mostly in women who do laundry. Each time you go upstairs, you are either going to or from the washing machine, right? As your ascent increases in altitude, your brain receives less oxygen, and brain cells explode. Likewise, the intense pressure put on the cells by descending into--say, a basement--is terribly detrimental to the memory (this can be compounded by the number of laundrophobiacs living in the home). An extreme case has been cited where a woman with ten children lived on the 18th floor of an elevatorless apartment building. Because of her slow ascent/descent (the laundry was on the 1st floor), you could literally hear her memory cells exploding like bubble-pack.

This sensation accounts for the many memory lapses in women, and for comments like "Now, why did I come down here" and "I can't remember what I came for." This malady can be somewhat alleviated by retracing your steps to the original destination and trying again.

Once memory cells have been destroyed, they cannot be recovered, no matter how many Gingko Biloba capsules are ingested or given intravenously. They are sloughed off to other body parts, mainly the feet and eyes. The destroyed memory cells are evident in the commonly used memory device: Set the box/bag in front of the door so I can't possibly forget to take it to work the next day. As you rush to get into the car, you will simply step right over it.

Another anomaly, multiple listing, occurs when you must mentally retrieve the name of one of your offspring, students, etc. You must quickly name each person until coming to the one you want, which as we all know, will be the last one.

Cases of Drive off and leave your kid at church have been documented as well, with strict safety measures being instituted, such as assigned seating, roll-call, and the buddy system (an older sibling being paired with a younger). This latter measure can backfire, especially if an impatient older sibling is paired with an obnoxious younger one.

Auto-recall is an unnerving problem to women in a parking lot who are surrounded by cars that are similar in appearance. Some women can only spot their vehicle if they can find their license plate; it is more of a problem to those who can't remember their license plate. I personally know a woman who searched aimlessly for her car for 20 minutes, only to remember that she had driven a van instead.

Wow! Am I thankful that the Lord remembers me. As a child of God, my name is in His book. He doesn't have to search frantically through lists, wondering if He wrote it down. No stumbling over names, or trying to recall a face. He remembers me!

He remembers His covenant. (Luke 1:72)
He remembers His faithfulness. (Ps. 98:3)
He remembers His love. (Ps. 98:3)
He remembers mercy (Hab. 3:2)
He remembers that we are dust. (Ps. 103:14)
He even remembers the sparrow. (Lk. 12:6)
Oh, wait....God does forget....He forgets our sins. (Is. 43:25; Jer. 31:34; Heb. 8:12)
Have you remembered Him?