I love that I have learned to listen to the Holy Spirit and to follow it’s leading. I also love to recognize how God set us up to use us like this experience with my broken iPhone.
Right before Thanksgiving the screen on my iPhone shattered. My wonderful friends the Drakes surprised me with an early birthday/Christmas present and gave me the money to have it fixed.
The Tuesday before Thanksgiving I called to make an appointment to have it fixed at the Knox Street Apple store. I was informed the soonest I could get an appointment would be at the North Park Mall store at 3:25 pm on Sunday. The Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend at North Park Mall. I am pretty sure that would be very difficult, but I accepted it. The Apple operator also told me I could walk in off the street and chance getting an appointment. That oh so familiar “still small voice” said “go now.”
Off I went to the Knox Street Apple store with high hopes. I patiently stood in line and was told I could come back in three and a half hours and have it fixed. BINGO! That was perfect. I could go do my Thanksgiving grocery shopping as well as some other errands and get my phone fixed all in the same day.
Upon my return to the Apple Store I was guided to a communal table where the Apple tech would be helping me and a young lady. A beautiful young lady, a burnet in her late twenties, with a pixie haircut, two full sleeves of tattoos and a pierced nose.
As the tech expertly simultaneously handled both of our phone issues I noticed the young lady was really discombobulated. I noticed she was in tears and said “Honey, what is wrong?” She proceeded pour her heart out to me and tell me she never thought she’d be getting herself out of an abusive situation. I am guessing her broken phone had something to do with the abusive man. I asked her if she talked to God and told if she didn’t this would be a good time to start and that He would protect her.
Her name was Laura and she told me she was trying to be a writer to which I responded “Me, too!” She said also wrote poetry and I responded “ Me, too!” She then said she had been chaste before this relationship to which I laughed and said “Me, too, I still am.” I asked her if she would like to go have coffee and talk while our phones were being fixed. She replied “ Yes!” and the Apple tech quietly said under his breath “This is cool.”
For an hour and a half she talked about her life and I talked to her about God and how He would see her through all of this. I told her my own experiences and how God took care of me. Laura asked me where I went to church and although she wasn’t Catholic she had always wanted a rosary. She asked me if there was a Mass on Thanksgiving and would I go with her? I told her “Honey, if you show up I will go with you.”
As we exchanged contact information her mother called and she said “Mom, I met a lady and we’ve been talking about God. I’ll be home soon” We hugged goodbye and she was on her way. I texted her later to make sure she got home to Ft.Worth in time to pick up her little boy. She texted that she was stuck in traffic and “Thank you for walking into that store today.” God sure knew what He was doing when my iPhone screen shattered.
I didn’t hear from Laura on Thanksgiving but I sent her a rosary, a booklet on how to say it, a copy of Jesus Calling, a journal for her poetry and told her to keep in touch. I hope she does. I’m also glad I keep in touch with the Holy Spirit and follow its promptings. You never know where God is going to lead you.
