But I will need some name ideas for my iPhone because I’m thinking I need to write a book tentatively entitled, The Secret Life of My iPhone, which sounds pretty bland. Even Walter Mitty sounded better, but I don’t think he had an iPhone.
The thing is, my phone has a secret life, slipping around behind my back.
Well, not exactly behind my back.
Who’d Figure?
I recently heard a voice coming from my pocket. I’m a little dense about talking pockets and it took me a minute to dig out my phone. The voice was my younger son.
“Mom? Mom? Are you okay?”
By the time I got the phone out, he sounded worried. We have a texting relationship, so he always answers when I call because he assumes those are emergencies.
Here he was, talking to the lint in my pocket because my iPhone (as yet unnamed, but we’re working on that, right?) called him. He’s thinking broken bones and I’m thinking my pocket had developed a deep voice.
Not His Fault
On another day, I had taken my grandson disc golfing. We had a great time flinging discs and then his mom texted us.
I’m guessing Joel has your phone…
Here’s what was on my iPhone screen:
All this with my phone tucked in my pocket.
Joel was innocent, since I knew he was playing disc golf with me. My phone, however, seemed to be fine implicating a blameless ten-year-old.
I can’t do a text message like that, but my iPhone managed it in the dark regions of my pocket. 🥴
Hung Up On
I once FaceTimed my sister from inside my pocket. Her view was pretty limited, and she hung up on me. Well, on my iPhone.
My phone dumped that rejection on me later. I could almost see tears in its eye. You think an Apple product doesn’t have an I?
The phone has called other random people on my contact list. I’m now glad I don’t know anyone in Germany or India. Imagine those bills while iPhones chatted about the weather across time zones.
I’ve decided I don’t give my phone enough attention. These are cries for more relationship with me instead of the inside of my pocket.
Just to add some companionship, I dropped in a car key one day to see if that helped.
It didn’t.
Clearly a Name is Necessary
So I need name ideas. Email me your ideas or you can leave a comment here.
And if you don’t help me out, you might someday get a random call from an unnamed iPhone and you’ll wish you had.
This world is a jar for butterflies. But don’t lose sight of the beauty and freedom I have given you now.
When you enter eternity, this world will resemble the jar that held the butterfly.
Think about dear loved ones who have left you. They are precious to you and their loss bites into your soul.
Your anguish stems from being left behind. You remain in the jar for now.
Remember that they are now butterflies set free. I enjoy watching the butterfly with its oranges and yellow and blues, free to fly.
I want you to embrace your time in this world. I want you to enjoy bold colors now. Feel the cool air beneath your wings. Float in the breeze. All in this time that you still have in this world.
Also envision a future of freedom, beauty, and vibrant colors in the new world. One day, with me and with your loved ones.
Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness while I am here in the land of the living. Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.
Your steps follow what you think. Consider that which is honorable, true, pleasing, and commendable.
In your mind, you choose the path of life or death? Of hope or hatred?
I give you choice. Freedom.
Love forced is not genuine love. I allow you to direct your mind and your decisions.
When you choose to love me, it comes freely. Not forced by me.
This love is rich and deep and holy. I want such love for my children.
Choose my love, my child, in the freedom and life I give.
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Keep putting into practice all you learned and received from me—everything you heard from me and saw me doing. Then the God of peace will be with you.
Listen, my child, to the music of the air as the breeze whistles through branches. The air is fresh with the cool scent of the morning. As the sun rises in the east, birds join the orchestra.
Creation sings praise to me.
Lean into me, my love. I give you a fresh day, a day of love and hope. Look ahead to find the joy of each dawn, the music of the rising, the faith of the morning newness.
Take my hand and we will stroll into the songs of creation. I want you to sense the vibrations of new life.
You delight me as you find hope in shattered dreams, joy in fallen rocks, purpose in each dawn, because you walk with me.
Together we will find newness in this day. Joy. Love. Purpose.
I am always with you, and healing happens in my presence.
My heart is confident in you, O God; my heart is confident. No wonder I can sing your praises! Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. I will thank you, Lord, among all the people. I will sing your praises among the nations. For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
Ice crystals chime in the trees, joined by hollow notes as frosty twigs twist in the breeze. Walk through this ice palace of crystal and sweet music.
For a moment, the cold temperatures fade as you heed the charm of sound and sight.
In this world, crisp weather produces discomfort yet reveals beauty. Choose where you look and what you notice.
Seek my beauty in hidden places. Relish it as my gift to you. As you draw near to my artistry, your soul will be replenished.
Hear the notes chime as the tang of icy weather strokes your skin. Soon spring blossoms will poke through the ice and snow, but now, my dear one, in this white and frozen time, rejoice in my life and my beauty.
Embrace the grace of this day.
How amazing are the deeds of the Lord! All who delight in him should ponder them. Everything he does reveals his glory and majesty. His righteousness never fails. He causes us to remember his wonderful works. How gracious and merciful is our Lord!
