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God Is Never Late

I lost my phone this morning. 

It was last seen in the breast pocket of the denim shirt I'm wearing over a t-shirt today. The morning has been busy... laundry, garbage, picking up the condo, working a little in the garage .... you know, 'the regular'. 


As I sit down to read my lesson for Wednesday's women's study... I reach for my phone. It's not in my pocket and I have no memory of taking it out. I do the typical ‘looking around' but to no avail. Then I think.... if I didn't take it out of my pocket, it must have fallen out. My search moves to low lying areas including the recycle bins, now  curbside. No phone. I eye the garbage can, mindful that I'd added another bag to it this morning. I lift the white bag out, surveying the inside (from the outside) and see nothing. I open the red drawstring.... just garbage.  


Back in the house where I hear the washing machine going. Please, no. No amount of rice is going to dry out a 55 minute cycle with an extra rinse.  I find my iPad which has a 2% charge and text Dan.


"I can't find my phone."  No response. I realize then that it is also Monday and sometimes I forget to turn my ringer back on after church. 


Then I see on my iPad, a text from a friend. I immediately text her back. "Can you call my phone? I can't find it."  


Although I'd plugged the iPad in.... I had unplugged it so I could walk about with text capability. Now it has died. I'm not hearing any ringtone... did my friend get my text?  I walk past the washer, fearing my phone has met a watery grave. 


I go outside, scanning the garage floor. Nada.  Back to the garbage can, where I seek more earnestly for this oft taken for granted lifeline, which connects me to the world outside of myself. Into the bag... Yuck. It’s no use. I abort the mission (again) and as I lower the bag back into the green industrial grade garbage container - I hear familiar chimes. I grab the bag back up. I see a light emitting from the bottom of the bag and I quickly whip open the drawstring and thrust my hand to its bottom. There, I retrieve my beloved cellphone, now covered with coffee grounds, egg shells, and heaven only knows what other crapola. I swipe the screen and press speaker (no way I'm putting that thing up to my face). "You'll never believe this..." I say to my friend. 


Just then my neighbor pulls into her drive.... as I hang up on the friend, who had saved the day with her (4th) phone call, I walk over to tell my neighbor what has happened. As we are standing in her driveway, we see the garbage truck turning down our street ... My neighbor comments, "They're late today."  It hasn't been 5 minutes since I'd found my phone. 


"Thank You Jesus!” Not only for finding my phone but for making the garbage truck late! My day resumes. The phone has had a complete alcohol swabbing, another load of laundry is in, and I think I'm going to sew the pocket shut on this denim shirt. 


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