I admit it...I am addicted to Carmex. I love it. When my lips need moisturizing healing, Chapstick just doesn't cut it for me. I need Carmex.
Rewind to June 11, 2006. We left Turkey for our 7 months in the states. I left 4 jars of Carmex in Turkey knowing that I didn't need to bring all I had with me because I could get more there. I had one in my purse with plans to purchase a couple more jars so that I could have one by my bed and one in my car.
Fast-forward to January 24, 2007. I got on the airplane to head back to Turkey and realized that I only had two jars of Carmex with me...the one from my purse and the one that was usually by the bed. Oh well, no big deal. I had four fresh unopened jars waiting for me when I arrived in Turkey. The night we arrived back I didn't feel like digging through my suitcases to find the jar that had been by the bed so I went to get a fresh jar out of the stash I had left behind. I couldn't find them anywhere. I was like the widow with the lost coin in the bible. I looked where I thought I put them and everywhere else that I could have put them. They were not here. I finally decided that I must have been really kind and generous and given them to other Carmex lovers here before I left knowing that I could get more in America. The problem was I remembered having some here so I never bought more to bring back. My dad was sending a couple of things our way so I asked him to throw a couple of jars of Carmex in the box so that I would have more when I ran out. He was generous and sent four new jars.
Fast-forward again to February 22, 2007. Yesterday, I was in my bathroom getting ready for bed, and I decided to grab a hot oil hair treatment out of the cabinet and put it in the shower to use this morning. I had been wanting to use one but kept forgetting to get it out of the cabinet before getting in the shower. Anyway I grabbed the little box with the oil in it out of a clear plastic tub and underneath it were three jars of carmex. I was confused because I thought they might be the ones my dad just sent me, but I was pretty sure I didn't put them in there. After noticing the ones my dad sent on the shelf I realized I was finding the ones I had been missing. Part of me was relieved...I am not crazy. I knew I left some here...I thought it was four, but maybe I grabbed one at the last minute before we left. The other part of me thought...I am crazy. I had already looked exactly where I found them when I first got here. It's where I thought I put them. If there had only been one maybe I might have missed seeing it, but how could I have missed three? I guess in my tired, jetlagged stupor I didn't see them or dig around enough in the box. The box is clear so maybe I relied on the fact that I could see through it, and didn't search too hard. But I really wanted that Carmex and am pretty sure I dug. Oh well. Now I have 6 brand new containers and two partially used ones. That oughta last a while!
So like the widow in the bible I am calling together my friends and neighbors saying "Rejoice with me, for I have found [that] which I had lost!" Luke 15:9