Hubby went for a little drive this weekend to meet up with the dad and brother. The plan was to partake in a little R&R on the river somewhere in Arkansas. Hubby was only able to go for one night, so it was going to be a quick, cram-it-all-in-as-fast-as-you-can restful trip.
On his way home from said getaway, I called to check on him. He was halfway home, doing good, would be ready for a nap upon return. 30 minutes after he should have arrived, I called again. No answer. 40 minutes. No answer. 45 minutes after he should have arrived, a call came in. Hubby's number. Not Hubby's voice. After much confusion and heart racing, I was able to deduce the fact that Hubby had stopped for gas and left his phone. Things are going to be fine.
Check the map to see where the phone is. 30 minutes due north of where my man was when I talked to him last. How could that be since he was supposed to be headed due west for home? Call to the brother. No answer. Text to the brother. No reply. Call to the sister-in-law. Then the realization on both of our parts that we don't even know exactly where our men are in the hills of Arkansas. And there is not good reception there. Wherever THAT is.
Heart begins to beat a little faster. Sister-in-law has her mother in town and they are out shopping. They go back to the car to pray. I receive a text with said prayer just mere seconds after Hubby pulls into the garage. God was fast with that one!
Relief sets in. For a moment. But then The Beast appears. Do you know the one? The one that comes out and attacks the man? The one that says something like, "Where have you been? What happened? Do you know you lost your phone? Why were you so far off your planned course?". Hubby looks confused. Doesn't understand why sister-in-law is texting me a prayer for him. He just took a wrong turn. Then The Beast appears again after a very brief intermission. "Did you ever think about calling to let me know? I don't even know the name of the closest town to where you were! How would you feel if that had been me? Don't you understand how unsettling it is to get a call from a strange man on YOUR phone?"
When the Hubby can get a word in, he says...
wait for it...
"Wasn't the sermon about worry this morning? This must have been a test. Did you pass or fail?" The Beast retreats with its tail between its legs and goes to take a nap. Ugh.
More than one apology has been issued.
Hubby is now returning from a 5 hour round trip to retrieve that stupid phone.
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4 comments:
OH boy! Been there, lol!! K, so now you have me feeling sorry for the hubby having to go back to get his phone...guess he just skipped right over that nap and went straight to bed, lol!
That does sound worrisome! You told the story so well, I was worried too ;)
I can only imagine how worried you were...and what a bummer to have to go back and get the phone....
Oh yeah, and just when we're armed and ready with a demand for an apology from him we end up feeling very sheepish, don't we. But look how different it turned out due to his response instead of him just getting angry and walking away. Then he's sorry, then you're sorry. This is so how God works things out, pointing us back to Him and His grace.
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