So, I lost my cell phone over Thanksgiving weekend. (I know, tragic, right?) I remembered having it Thursday morning, because I read a text from a friend wishing me Happy Thanksgiving. Then I set it on my mom's china cabinet, and that was the last I saw of it for days.
I nearly tore my house and theirs apart, looking for that tiny little device. It was missing all of Friday and Saturday, and as my weekend drew to a close, I was beginning to get more and more nervous. Had it been thrown away in all the after-dinner cleaning? Did it get packed away with the unused Christmas decorations?
My whole family pitched in to help find the missing phone. My brother tried calling it, but I knew the battery was already dead. My mom and sisters searched the couches, chairs, floors, trash, etc. No phone. I checked the pockets of my clothes. No phone.
In desperation, I prayed Saturday night (and not for the first time, either!) "Please, Lord, help me find that phone before Monday!" While I don't consider my phone a lifeline, I do use it for its intended purpose: calling, texting, and an occasional Facebook peek. I also use it for a backup alarm, since my clock does not have a snooze, and I do tend to doze off in the mornings.
Sunday morning comes. On the way to church, my dad calmly slipped me my phone. Its location all that time? In the pocket of one of his old work coats. I have no recollection of putting the coat on, or of putting the phone in the pocket, but that's where it was. I don't know if it was just a memory lapse on my part, or a Christmas miracle on God's, but needless to say, I was relieved and Dad was my hero.
However, I learned a couple lessons through all this. One, God does hear our prayers. This wasn't the first time I asked His help in finding something that I really needed to find. And in some way or another, He always led me to what I needed. And that's besides the many other random and serious prayers He's answered along the way.
And second, I realized how dependent we've become on a simple little gadget. It's become our source of communication, information, direction, connection, and sometimes even our wakeup call. Without it in our pockets or purses, we feel lost and disconnected. And sometimes we grow concerned with its absence. Its services are available to us morning, noon, and night, 365 days a year, and we take full advantage of all its benefits. In short, we would not be able to function as well without it.
I said all that to say this...what if we came to God with the same appreciation and dependence as we did our cell phones, tablets, etc? What would our spiritual walk be like? What kind of relationship could we claim with Him then?
Just some food for thought. In the meantime, my phone is not safely back in my possession, but even more importantly, I am still safe...
In His Grip!