A few days ago, I lost my phone at school. Or so I thought... I haven't even had my phone for a month now, so its still pretty new. I had it in my sweatshirt pocket as I was walking out to where my mom was picking me up after school. Once I got into the car, I went to get my phone to see if I had any new texts. But it wasn't in my pocket. It wasn't in any of my pockets. I wasn't in my backpack, it wasn't anywhere in the car, and I guess you could say I was pretty much freaking out.
I knew I had just recently dropped it because I had it after 4th block. My mom told me to go retrace my steps so I got out of the car and started walking back into the school. To be honest, I had very, very, very little faith I would find it. Seriously, if I dropped it in the hall, only about 600 people walk in that hall after me. I didn't know what I would do if I couldn't find it. The whole time all I could think about was how mad my parents where going to be, how I would probably never get a phone again as long as I live under their roof, and how irresponisble I was. But somehow, inbetween all those negative thoughts, something inside of me told me to pray, and pray hard. So I did. But I didn't just pray, I pleaded. I begged God to please, please, plllllease help me find my phone. (Now I know I may seem a little obsessed with my phone, but trust me going almost 15 years without one while almost everyone around you has one will make you appreciate a cell phone that much more.) My hope was so small and weak. I was actually planning out what I would do when I got home. I was going to call my phone, hope someone would pick up, and nicely demand that they give me my phone back. I was estimating how long I would be grounded from it if I got it back. I was even sad and disappointed in myself.
After I had retraced all my steps and searched in ever possible place, I started walking back to the car, phoneless. I was still praying that God would somehow let it all work out. I kept telling myself it happened for a reason. As I was walking back to the car, my hope in finding my phone was so small, it was almost gone. I was about 5 steps away from the car, when right there, lying in the grass, was my beloved phone. I was prrrrettttty happy. And extremely thankful! God deffinently came through for me. Not once did I ever doubt or question him. I had little faith that I would find my phone, but that didn't hinder my thoughts about how this was all apart of God's plan for me and somehow, I would make it through. (Once again, this may sound a little extravagent...but keep reading and you'll see the bigger picture). God came through for me because I didn't doubt and I continued praising him even when my faith was almost gone. This situation is small compared to what is to come in my life, but now that I've saw how God will pull through if I remain strong in him. If I don't doubt his plans for me and I continue giving him praise and glory all my days, he will not let me down. He will carry me through. I pray that I will have the same trust and faith in him in the bigger situations.
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