On Sunday night my iPhone's back shattered. It got tangled between my sheets (they're white—it happens) and well, somehow the phone landed on the floor, shattering it's back.
The distance from my bed to the floor is not much, so I'm not sure how it cracked... but it did this time.
I was tempted to cry for one second because of course the iPhone is not cheap and repairs tend to be pricey, but most of me was so relieved....actually, I was happy. For some odd reason, my phone wouldn't turn on, even if the back was the only thing shattered. I thought for sure it would still work regardless of a shattered exterior. No quite.
"Well God, I need you to wake me up tomorrow morning because my phone was my alarm."—I said at 2am (when I needed to wake up at 6am).
He did. At 6am sharp.
When I got stuck in my school's parking because the parking thing wouldn't let me in (the thing gives you a number to call if that sort of thing happens), it just so happens that the parking manager was only a few feet away from my car. Another God thing.
When my second class was going to start, and I had no idea because I didn't have my phone to tell me time, someone who had the time kindly stayed with me until it was time for my class.
When I was meeting with someone but had no idea is she would be on her way or if she had left already, God quieted my soul & assured me she would be there.
When I almost had a car accident today (not my fault by the way), I saw God protect me in a way where I literally felt I had cheated death.
God was there for all of it.
And as I was walking to class, I felt God tell me to write about what I learned from having a shattered phone.
I learned to be present & aware.
I learned patience.
I learned to wear a watch.
I learned that I trust God more than I give myself credit for.
I learned to not stress when faced with challenges.
I learned that God takes care of me always.
I learned that I don't like when people can reach me at the push of a button or a sent text.
I learned that I don't need google as much as I thought I did. Or instagram.
I learned to appreciate the moment without capturing it & sharing it with the world.
I learned that people who want to reach me will make the effort to.
I learned that even when I can't talk to anyone, I can always speak to God.
I learned that I had made my phone an idol and I was serving it instead of the other way around.
I learned that God allowed my phone to be shattered so He could shatter my dependency on my phone.
I was fretting because I felt like God had stopped speaking to me and I had asked God to make me aware of Him and He answered my prayer. But in reality, I had let my iPhone take away from my awareness of God. He was always there and I wasn't paying attention (even though I thought I did). The easy access to answers, reaching people & nonstop entertainment had led me away from seeking God first & depending on Him. I was depending on my phone! How pathetic can I be? Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the iPhone is evil (although the working conditions of those who manufacture it are highly unethical) but we must be careful to make it more valuable over people & God.
When I got home, I started writing this blog. Then the Lord told me to turn on my phone .
Lo & behold, my iPhone works! Trust me, I tried reviving that thing as soon as it was smashed and it was all in vain! It felt like when Jesus tells the fisherman to cast the nets on one side after they've been sitting there the whole day. I casted my net & knew God was behind this. I just had to laugh!
I don't need an iPhone, I need God. Today was the day my idol shattered.