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I was in Austin Texas Monday leading a coaching network and on the way home I lost my phone! Yes my phone. How did we ever survive or stay connected without a cell phone. Here is the story.
I had a quick connection in Houston. If you have ever been to Houston you know that the airport is massive. I landed on one terminal and flew out of another. I had to cover the stretch in less than 20 minutes. I ran through the airport. It was not pretty. I watched mothers grab their young children and dash for cover, I saw grown men shake with amazement. I thundered through IAH desperate to make my flight home.
As I rounded the home stretch I had the dreaded announcement "last call for Tallahassee". I thought I would die as I sprinted for the closing door.
I made it but somewhere along the way my phone fell from my backpack. I discovered it as I reached into my backpack to call Tara and tell her that I made it.
My heart sank. I lost my phone and I would have to confess to my wife. I don't know which thought was worse.
The good news is that someone found it and few it to Washington D.C.. They called Tara and told her so I didn't have to confess which is always good to have someone confess for you it is so much softer. I made arrangements to get it back this morning.
So what's the point? Why do I allow such little things as cell phones rob me of the peace and joy God wants to give me. The very thing that was created to make me free to connect as enslaved me. I have gone two days phone less and it has been good. Friends who have tried to call or text have stopped by to visit. I have made relational connections face to face that would otherwise not have happened. I have even spent a little longer with God because the distraction of the phone was in D.C..
Don't get me wrong, I want my phone back but this time I will have a different view. I am reminded that the only thing God gives me permission to control is me. So I chose to use stuff and not people. I chose to connect with God and not my phone. I chose to never run through an airport again.
One other thing, I have never been to D.C. but my phone has!
I had a quick connection in Houston. If you have ever been to Houston you know that the airport is massive. I landed on one terminal and flew out of another. I had to cover the stretch in less than 20 minutes. I ran through the airport. It was not pretty. I watched mothers grab their young children and dash for cover, I saw grown men shake with amazement. I thundered through IAH desperate to make my flight home.
As I rounded the home stretch I had the dreaded announcement "last call for Tallahassee". I thought I would die as I sprinted for the closing door.
I made it but somewhere along the way my phone fell from my backpack. I discovered it as I reached into my backpack to call Tara and tell her that I made it.
My heart sank. I lost my phone and I would have to confess to my wife. I don't know which thought was worse.
The good news is that someone found it and few it to Washington D.C.. They called Tara and told her so I didn't have to confess which is always good to have someone confess for you it is so much softer. I made arrangements to get it back this morning.
So what's the point? Why do I allow such little things as cell phones rob me of the peace and joy God wants to give me. The very thing that was created to make me free to connect as enslaved me. I have gone two days phone less and it has been good. Friends who have tried to call or text have stopped by to visit. I have made relational connections face to face that would otherwise not have happened. I have even spent a little longer with God because the distraction of the phone was in D.C..
Don't get me wrong, I want my phone back but this time I will have a different view. I am reminded that the only thing God gives me permission to control is me. So I chose to use stuff and not people. I chose to connect with God and not my phone. I chose to never run through an airport again.
One other thing, I have never been to D.C. but my phone has!
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