Suddenly it died. It wasn’t a slow excruciating death. One moment it was there and the next, it wasn’t. Of course, I immediately went to Google to look up all possible solutions. One You Tube contributor suggested placing it in a Ziploc bag for an hour. Yup, I tried it. However, what is dead is dead.
By the way, hopefully you already realized I’m not referring to my husband. He definitely would not fit into a Ziploc bag. The dead item is my cell phone. Right now, I’m looking at it across the room and it still remains one of the departed.
A great deal of my life is played out on my phone: messages to doctors, appointment reminders, phone calls from people in crisis, and even the constantly changing code to allow me access to a publishing site I use weekly. You name it; I need my phone. I can’t even get into Costco without my phone’s bar code. Only God knows where the original plastic membership card resides.
That afternoon, after all the drama of the previous night, I said to my husband Bill (the one who still is not in a Ziploc bag), “I can’t understand why I’m still so upset about my phone. Yes, it’s a pain I won’t have a replacement until sometime next week, but after all, a phone is just a phone.”
The day before the phone’s demise, I read, “I will lift up my eyes to the hills [of Jerusalem]—From where shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber [briefly] nor sleep [soundly].” (Psalm 121:1-4)
God was not slumbering or sleeping when my phone died. He also decided not to resurrect it when I was still working on it at 1 AM the following night. Maybe, God had my phone die for one purpose – to write this blog. Can I trust God with all those obligations, worries, and imaginations of everything that might go wrong due to my black screen?
What has you so upset lately? Maybe it’s major or minor, but it is taking up a lot of your head and heart space. It’s got your goat, and you are having a hard time letting go of it. I hear you! Tenacity is one of my strongest traits and I lost hours of sleep due to that dead object sitting on my table.
In times like this, I love to repeat this prayer of the Puritans: “May I always feel my need of You. Let your restored joy be my strength.” (Valley of Vision, page 107) I definitely felt my need of God the night when the phone crashed. The need still existed as I tried to toggle together communications with others minus my phone. Presently I am still struggling as I am trying to publish online the church’s devotional (minus the Authenticator Code which only comes via my phone). However, God is not slumbering nor sleeping. “My helps comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth.”
Does your God slumber and sleep? You do not have to wake Him up, but you do need to run to Him. You don’t even need a working phone to do so!