When I got home from work today I couldn't find my phone and panicked. It wasn't in my purse, my coat, the car, and I concluded I must have left it at the elementary school I work at. It was a few minutes before 4:00pm, the time the school closes, so I grabbed my keys and prayed that I could get back quickly and that someone would still be there (I live two miles away).
I got to the school, a few cars were there and I could tell someone was still in the office, but the door was locked. I don't have a key. Trying not to lose all hope I started pounding on the door, but let's face it - that effort was pretty useless. Luckily another teacher (one of the few in the school who knows who I am) saw me and came to unlock the door for me (tender mercy #1).
I ran into the office, grateful the secretaries were still there (tender mercy #2), and asked if they could help me get into the classroom. I had no idea if they would have been able to, but apparently they have keys (tender mercy #3). I was able to get into the classroom, grab the phone, and head back home crying happy tears (that I'm going to claim were pregnancy and hormone induced) all the way home.
I'd like to think I'm not that attached to my phone, but the thought of a weekend without being able to contact anyone had me devastated. I'm so grateful I was able to get it back through a series of events that was too coincidental to be simply luck. Thank goodness for a God who cares and watches out for me, even when it comes to silly little things like getting my phone back.
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