A Squatter's Tale

I lost my cell phone last night. No, like, not "Which pile in my room did I bury it under?" But really, truly, I lost it. I figured it was gone forever. Here's what happened. I went hiking and campfiring with some friends and we went up to Little Falls. To start a fire, we had to gather wood (thank you, Captain Obvious) so I went off in one direction with my little Maglite and starting making piles to carry back. Later, we squatted around the fire and cooked hot dogs, mountain pies and marshmellows, along with some finger flesh, eyebrows, and knuckle hair. Lots of fun. But anyway, at some point, I realized that moving logs, sliding down treacherous slopes in 3 feet of wet leaves, and squatting were NOT conducive to having left my cell phone in my pocket. It definitely decided to abandon me at some point during those activities. But because I had no idea when or where, I decided not to say anything and make the others look for it, even though they all happened to have blazing halogen lamps strapped to their heads, for which they were only making use of to find spiders in the leaves and ooh and aah over how the spiders' eyes stick out. So with a heavy heart, I kept silent and trudged home, going to bed with the weary and martyrish thought that I would get up early the next morning and go back by myself to look for it, having very little hope. Well, I did just that this morning and as I was hiking back to the falls, i thought that maybe God was trying to teach me a lesson about how not to be dependent on my cell phone. I figured I probably wouldn't find it and I would have to live for awhile cut off from the world. :O ;) ;) I decided it was a just punishment; I would look for it but I would just have to not find it. (a continuation of the martyr theme, idiot that I am) Well, I brought a rake with me and retraced my steps to the place where I had been dragging logs around and falling over myself in the dark and started sifting through the leaves. It seemed an impossible task because the hillside where I had been was big and the leaves were thick and deep. Then a song popped into my head - that old hymn, "All things are possible; Only believe." Well, I certainly didn't deserve the impossible but wouldn't you know, about 10 minutes into my search, I sifted to the bottom of a pile of leaves, and there it was, face down in the dirt (oh by the way, i had brought my mom's cell phone along to call it but it just happened to be on silent, darn it). Still on, a little damp, but unscathed. Jeepers, I probably would have been better off without it and yet God allowed me to find it. Well, I think the lesson still soaked through for me and I will keep that in mind whenever I find myself depending on my cell phone too much.
The moral of the story? 1, Trust in the Lord, not in cell phones and 2, Don't leave your cell phone in a shallow jeans pocket when you're doing things like....squatting. :)
(oh yeah, and the addition of a new Murphy's Law: your phone will ALWAYS be on silent when you lose it!)
The End.