revelations: losing my cell phone {dinky trials}

Yeah, for the cagillionth time I lost my cell phone. Usually I find it within a day or a couple of hours even. This time. Nope. No sign of it anywhere.

I'm house-sitting and it seems like every nook and cranny could be the place. I'll get really excited and rush over to another spot only to look and be disappointed...

I sort of wish I could just go back in time and remember what I was doing at the moment I lost it.

But there have been some startlingly strange side-effects. I'm getting bad dreams about my lost cell phone. Dreams that someone else has it- or worse, it's all alone, without me...

Now back to reality for a minute...Why do I worry so much over a very tiny trial like a lost cell phone? Why isn't my first reaction to come to the Lord? Don't I know how much sovereignty He has (like, all of it)?

Last night, I finally realized that it was pointless for me to worry and be anxious about something so tiny and insignificant. Not just because a cell phone is an inanimate object, but because God is in control of this whole situation and calls us not to live in worry or doubt His love.

Now I wish I could follow-up and say "Hey guys! I found it!" but life's not like that. Not trying to be a Downer Debbie, but I've realized that often times what we as Christians need in life is for the worst scenario (within a certain range) to happen: a job to be lost, friends to walk away, and illness to come. This leaves at a point of desperation.

The opportunity for us to put our full trust in Christ is the very best scenario.

I really have nothing to complain about if a lost cell phone actually worries me. I know people who are dealing with cancer. But in EVERYTHING we are to bring our prayer request to our holy creator and provider.