When Something Important Is Lost

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As I wrote yesterday’s blog and smiled to myself thinking of how immensely blessed we are, Heath drove us north across the Wyoming state line for third time during our trip and consequently, further and further away from my cell phone.

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We stopped at the last rest area in Colorado, 31 miles from the Wyoming border if you were wondering, for a bathroom break. We needed to dump our holding tank after a few days without hookups, so we used public bathrooms whenever possible. After our quick break, we climbed back into the RV and hit the road with the plan to make it South Dakota in one day.

So I sat in the front seat of the RV, typing away blissfully for nearly an hour before I began to look for my phone. I couldn’t find it anywhere, which is rare in such a small space. Heath kindly pulled over instead of complaining and helped me search. We searched everywhere, but couldn’t find it.

Presumably, during our walk from the bathrooms back to the RV, my phone fell out of my pocket. At least, that’s what the Find My iPhone app told me. Because when I turned on the GPS, I saw exactly where my iPhone was: the rest stop.

So, we drove back. I didn’t expect that Heath would drive a full hour back to the rest stop for my phone, but he did without complaining. My phone was still online, so I knew it hadn’t yet been crushed by a vehicle and there was hope we could find it.

We scoured the area for an hour, looking through the grass, under 18 wheelers, and even asking people in the parking lot who were still there from our first visit. At times, we looked at the Find My iPhone map and appeared to be standing directly on top of my phone, but we just couldn’t find it. Eventually, we gave up and drove away.

Luckily, a few weeks back Heath and discussed selling one of our phones to become a one phone family. We knew it would save us plenty of money on our phone bill. It was one of those ideas we talked about while we fell asleep and didn’t discuss again, until yesterday.

Heath’s iPhone is now “the phone,” or our phone.

As I sat in the front seat driving back into Wyoming for the fourth time now, I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted to be upset. I wanted to be angry at myself for being so irresponsible over something so valuable.

But I had just spent an hour driving further away from my phone while writing and thinking about all of the blessings in my life.

Because of that post, I could not be angry and I could not be sad. We still have one perfectly good smart phone, albeit that the apps aren’t organized properly, but we still have at least one. Plus, since I have a mac, if anyone tries to text me, it sends directly to my computer over WiFi.

When something important is lost or broken, it is difficult to see life as a blessing. The light grows dim. But when you develop your mind to rush to thoughts of gratitude before thoughts of despair, you’ll find everything in life as a blessing.

Everything in life is a blessing.