College is busy... I'll give you that. If it's not catching up on reading before an 8 am test or scrounging around trying to print a lesson plan for the day on the only printer that works (and happens to be out of paper or ink), it's trying to find some time to just relax and talk to God.
Less than thirty days ago, I purchased a new phone... at retail price. My contract is not available to upgrade until November, and suddenly my first generation iPhone seemed a little on the "not so cool anymore because it's on Edge network" side. It's black and shiny, and has all of the bells and whistles I could imagine. It handles my e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, text messages, Words with Friends, and could probably turn self-sufficient if it wanted to. It's my personal assistant practically, and reminds me of measly things like "do laundry" or "finish project for early intervention". But beyond the glitz and glamour of being able to function by itself and tell me when to do things, I noticed something. In a span of probably a handful of hours, I opened up Facebook, Twitter, and the internet at least thirty times, thinking that something would magically change in a span of five seconds. It's kind of an embarrassing thing to admit, but it's true. I mean, seriously, who needs to check their updates constantly? Apparently me.
So here I am completely infatuated with my new "toy", and it happens to be a "mom" weekend where I am supposed to be spending time with my mom. As we are making our way from store to store, city to city, trying to find the best deal on a pair of cream-colored tear-drop shaped sandals with rhinestones on the top, I cannot stop checking my phone. It's sickening to think that I would rather have a relationship with a phone than with my own momma. Again, embarrassing. I'm normally not this good at admitting that I have a "Hello, my name is Kelsea and I am a cell phone addict" problem.
I can't remember each moment exactly, but sometime between hitching a ride with my dad to go to the courthouse to watch a dispute in action to driving back to his office and picking up my car, my phone decides to go MIA. I didn't really think much of it until I picked up a friend to go have dinner with and I needed to check my phone. Where... is my phone?? played somewhere around 50 times per second in my head as I'm practically burrowing into my black hole of a purse. After about ten minutes of looking like an idiot who pulls out everything in her purse and then shakes it like a monkey to think that something else has to be stuck in there, I realize that my phone is no where to be seen. Not only have I made a mess, but my lip gloss has decided to autograph my sundress. Lovely, right? Here I am, with all of my belongings on my lap and a lip gloss streak across my dress, and my phone is still missing.
I exhausted all of the possibilities of where it could be, and it has yet to turn up. I'm teetering on the fact that it could either be in my dad's SUV, scrunched up playing hide and seek underneath the seat, or it has fallen into the hands of a new parent. Thank goodness it's locked, and thank goodness after so many tries the phone requires you to input your e-mail and password to unlock it before anything else, and thank goodness it's dead. I personally don't want some stranger to be making phone calls on my dime to Mangolia or Australia.
In the midst of freaking out about my insurance-less and find-my-phone feature-less phone, my mom politely reminds me that it's time for church. Great, Mom, let me spend drop everything I am doing and go to church.
My child, just breathe.
But I need my phone!
Kelsea, breathe. It will be okay.
But what if someone stole it?
Kelsea Lauren... who do you think I am? I can do anything. I'll take care of you.
Let me just say that God is an amazing God and He melted away all of the frustration and anger and anxiety that I had. He presented me with a message from Craig that was so great, I didn't hesitate to purchase the book, entitled, "Weird". He gave me assurance that everything is going to be okay, and it's just a phone. And the weird thing is, I'm not anxious about not having a phone by my side 24/7. I went to bed early last night, got up early, and was more productive at 8 am than I have been in a while. I spent quality time with my momma and daddy, and the idea of being phoneless seemed okay. Now granted, I am going to have to have some kind of battle plan once I plan on driving back to BFE, Oklahoma before school starts up again Monday, but for now, I'm okay with it. It's in God's hands, He can do anything. I'm not going to let the evil dude below my feet mess with my nerves.
Challenge. I'm doing this one too once I have a phone. Turn it off for twenty four hours. I realize that work may impose during the week, but during the weekend, turn it off. See how much you can accomplish when no one else is bothering you. Take some time for God - after all, He took the time to think of and create and deal with you. :)
Much love,
Kelsea
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