The resurrected I-phone

Yesterday God resurrected and morphed my I-phone into his God-Phone. I’d dropped it by mistake into a creek during a rainy ramble a few days ago. After I let out a shout (lacking in praise), I fished it out and blew it out best I could, but to no avail. Dead duck in the water. I brought it home, plugged it into a charger, put it in front of a hair dryer, etc. Only then did I google, “what do you do with a water damaged phone?” I found I’d done all the wrong things. I didn’t take out the sim card, didn’t take out the battery, didn’t leave it unplugged, didn’t do this and that and the next thing. Only thing I did right, at that point, was to put it in a bag of rice and let it sit. It sat in the bowels of the earth 3 days and 3 nights.




And then, low and behold, after much prayer on my wife’s part (because I was an unbeliever), it resurrected! God saw Bethyl’s faith and healed something in me. Thank you, Spirit of God, thank you, faithful wife. So from now on when I look at this extension of my right hand, I’ll praise God and be thankful for my praying and believing wife.  When she's not busy looking at ewe's lambing, she's praying for you and for me. (And, by the way, lambing season is upon us, with white fluff on pogo sticks bouncing around emerald pastures.)

I too have a mustard seed of faith, but this iphone business felt too selfish to pray for with confidence. Pray for others, God’s kingdom work to advance, healing for sin—but an iphone?

He gets the glory for his grace to us all, in spite of our casual contempt for His sovereignty with grumbling worry & disbelief.