Yesterday, Doug received a call asking if he could escort a truck load of bags of cement out to the new building site for the One-Day School that has been started here.
He finished his lunch quickly and left.
When he got home, he relayed this story to me.
He said, "I lost my phone."
I asked what happened. He said it fell out of his pocket on the way to the work site. I said I hoped it didn't get run over by the truck! Then he showed it to me. The screen cover was partially off and it was a little dirty.
He laughed and told me the rest of the story.He said his alarm to renew his phone package went off as he was escorting the truck out. He pulled out his phone and turned off the alarm while driving. He then put it back in his pocket. He was going slow because the truck was coming slowly. He doesn't have any mirrors on the motorcycle (another story).
At some point after arriving there, he searched for his phone and realized it was missing. He retraced his steps and drove back out to where he had last used it. Nothing.
He asked others there to call his phone to help him find it.
If I understand correctly, someone even asked one of the people that were in the truck about it, but didn't get a response.
Doug listened carefully while close to the truck, and sure enough, he heard something inside. Our director climbed in and started digging. I mean digging.
It was buried beneath a cushion and pile of coats. It would seem that someone didn't want the phone to be heard. They must have seen it on the road or even fall out of his pocket and retrieved it.
They didn't get it turned off before arriving at the delivery spot.
It would seem they hoped the mound of coats and cushion would keep it from being heard and retrieved.
We praise the Lord for helping Doug get his phone back.
God is so good to us. We just don't know how many times he intervenes!
It reminds me of the incident that happened several weeks ago in town. Tere, Catherine and I were in town doing shopping for ourselves and others. We split up for some reason. I was putting my phone in one of my baskets. Each time I came back I would unload my basket into the truck and continue on. We had put a LOT of stuff in the back of the truck. We had parted ways. When I came back to the truck about 15 minutes or so later, Tere and Catherine were there. They said they were so glad to see me and pointed out my phone was sitting right out in the open in the back of the truck on top of everything in plain site!
OH, I about choked! All I could do was praise God over and over again for protecting my phone even in my carelessness!
Several weeks before this, we were trying to get phone lines set up for the Cootz and I ended up getting a new sim card also. We were pulling out and putting in new sim cards, cutting them, trying this and that to make everything work. I was being very careful each time to put the tiny sim card in a safe place each time I changed one out. It had been a full size sim card, but was now trimmed down to the smaller version.
When we finished there (which was a little booth by the side of the road), we went back to the truck to leave. I don't remember why, but I decided to check for the sim card (my original one). I looked for it and could not find it. I was sure it was in my little pink zippered pocket. I told the others I couldn't find it. Tere said, it is in your little pink zipper purse. I said I was sure it was too, but I had looked more than once already and it wasn't there! I said she could look for it while I went and retraced my steps. I walked back to the place and told them what happened and we looked all around, nothing....
I was praying. This was my main phone number line and I also had "money" on that line, maybe $30 or more. I prayed and walked, and searched. The thing is about the size of a large pea. It could blend in so well with little pieces of paper.
God lead me to the exact right place in the ROAD and there it was. I picked it up flashed it to the people at the stand who were also still looking on the ground for it. I praised God all the way back for helping me find my needle in a haystack!
GOD CARES. He really does. Little things, big things. I don't recommend being careless, but I am so thankful that He is there in our time of trouble!