I am off on holiday to St. Louis MO to visit my awesome friend/sister Julia. To write the trip off, I am speaking at two different events, last night at a fireside for the youth in Lake St. Louis, and on Wed. night for the Relief Society sisters in Julia's Lindell ward. Last night went well, but I am really looking forward to Wed, night, since it is a lot more laid back and I can let my hair down a bit. ( yea, there will be hula hoops.)
I wanted to share an experience that I had since being here. I know this has happened to other people, but It has not happened to me so far in my life.... the event of the cell phone flying into the toilet. Yup, there I was, in the ladies room at DIA (Denver International Airport) and my Iphone jumps out of my pocket and goes head first into the toilet. It is as if she was committing Isucide, that I had used her so much that leaping into a watery death looked like the only alternative. How could she do this to me??? I loved her!!! She was my constant companion- The last one I spoke to in the evening and first one I spoke to in the morning. I took her everywhere with me. I thought we had something good together.
I did what any friend would do to save the life of their buddy, I dove in the toilet right after her. I swooped in and pulled her from the jaws of death and began emergency procedures to save her life! I grabbed the seat covers and wrapped her in them. I hugged her, and tried to keep my sobs silent so the other patrons in the ladies room would not worry about what was happening in our stall. She blinked, she flashed, I tried to turn her off but nothing would work. I put her in my backpack, and boarded the plane. I was now heading out of town alone, suddenly my joy was overcome with grief. What would I do without her? She knew everything about me, my children's phone numbers, my work information, all my life was wrapped up in her little, shiny black world... how unfair of her to take it with her!!!
I arrived in SL save and sound and my sweet companion was still not with me. I shared my story with Julia, and we put her safely in a blanket of rice, hoping to dry out the water, that she may live again. That night, Julia suggested we say a prayer for my little phone. I was pretty sure that God was not going to bring my phone back to life when I had been so thoughtless, and stupid by endangering her keeping her so close to the water. Julia insisted and she shared a sweet prayer asking for life to come back to my little friend. As I said my prayers that night, I thought of his power and his ability to move mountains. He certainly could restore health to my phone, I just needed to have faith. It wasn't weird or dumb to pray for things that were important to me. He is my Father, for heaven's sake, he loves me and is interested in everything that I am interested in.
The next morning we awoke and got ready for church- Julia asked if I was going to try my phone. I was afraid to look, but picked her up and turned her on. After a couple of minutes, she came back, first the small apple sign, then another picture, than my entire screen. Then the beeps came, new email, new text, new voicemail,!!! She Lives!!! She is back!!! My sweet baby phone lives!!!!
Why do I share this story of what a huge dork I am and how addicted to my phone I am? Because I am so grateful for a friend who has such amazing faith. I am so grateful to have a sister who knows my weirdnesses and loves me inspite of them. I am so grateful to have prayer in my life and to get little reminders of how much our Father in Heaven loves us and is interested in our lives. It's so true, we all make a difference in this world, one random cell phone at a time!!!
