The Phone Charger

I have a story to tell about how I saw God come through for me. 

Earlier this week, I was doing some homework when I got a call from my very pregnant sister who asked me if I might be able to take her to the hospital.  Um, yes.  She felt bad asking me because I live sort of far away but our mom was out of town, her husband was in bed with the flu, and baby Landon seemed eager to meet us in our disjointed state.  I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than meet him too.  I grabbed a backpack, stuffed some essentials inside in case it turned out to be an overnight stay, and drove off toward the sunset.

I was on the 91 headed West, and as excited as I was about Landon potentially arriving, I was also anxious about the homework I had put on hold.  It didn't help matters much that I had already been anxious about homework before putting it on hold.  So the small change in plans for my Tuesday night required some out loud verbal processing to myself in my car of all that I had to get done for my classes over the next week and trying to get a grip on a plan of execution.    

Then I remembered what the Bible says.  "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."  Phil. 4:6,7

So I prayed.  "God, I offer these anxieties to You.  Hold me in your arms. Amen."

In my rush to pack my bag for the night, I remembered almost everything I needed.  Everything except my phone charger.  I thought I had more battery life left than I did and when I made it to the freeway I looked down and realized if I ended up staying the night, my phone would most certainly die.  I considered going back for the charger, but thought it better just to get to my sister.  And I added 'phone-will-die' to the list of anxieties I already told you about.  This was all before I prayed.  

Not more than two or three minutes after I prayed, I remembered something.  About fourteen months ago, when I purchased my phone, I received a handy car phone charger in the new phone box.  At that time, I took the handy car phone charger from the new phone box, stuck it in the very bottom of my console and left it there where it has sat neglected and forgotten these fourteen months.  Out of the clear blue sky last Tuesday on the 91 headed West, I remembered it was there.  And it worked.  

I couldn't help but smile.  OK, God.  I get it.  You're taking care of me.  You care about the little things and You will come through for me with the big things too. I drove the rest of way to the hospital fully confident in the goodness of my God and in His love for me. Confident that He will take care of me.        

This is a story of a phone charger.  And it's a story of how God came through for me.