A few clicks of the phone keys as I walk across the cement pathways connecting classrooms on our elementary campus can ignite a charge of unnecessary emotions. The message so urgent to relay, I can't wait until the last bell rings and the kiddos wild with elation dash for their buses. I press send, flip the phone closed, slip its slender case into my pants pocket, and walk into the classroom. Now, I just need a reply, a vibration in my pocket alerting me that the receiving party has acknowledged the urgency and is responding.
The minutes tick by. The pocket clings quietly and straight to my leg.
It's time to meet my student. I try to clear my head and focus on the lesson at hand.
"Let's look at that paper, buddy, and see what you have left to do," the words come out mechanically while my mind is riveted on another message. "Tell me which word from that list in the upper right corner best describes the underlined word in the sentence."
I look for a moment for him to work alone so that I can turn away and in a discreet move glance at the slender time bomb in my pocket. No words left on the screen. Focus on the lesson as the pulse steps it up a cardio beat.
The afternoon minutes drag in agony as I tutor my student. My mind jogs between the lessons and the urgency of my message. I cross the campus again, unmindful of the blue sky and tall, green bushy trees stretching their canopy upwards.
One more trip across the cement pathways, and at last I whisper to the Lord my prayer for the thoughts that hold me tense. Soft dirt, still impressionable from yesterday's rains border the cement, and my heart softens with the hope of a whispered prayer. Why have I put my trust in the charge of an electron when the God who is in charge holds the answers in His hand?
"In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears....
"He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet. He mounted the cherubim and flew; he soared on the wings of the wind,...
"He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters."
Psalm 18:6, 9, 10, 16 NIV
Why do I wait so long to humbly seek His help? Do you ever do the same thing, too?
From My Heart to Yours,
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