Stepping out the door loaded up with laptop, lunch, briefcase, purse, and phone, I carefully placed all of the items in my front seat after I put my phone on top of the car.  Silently I mused that might not be a good idea, but brushed it off and carried on with the task at hand.  I got into the driver’s seat and whisked away towards my first destination for the last day of the work week.

All was going as planned until about two miles from my house on a country highway where the speed limit was 55 MPH, I heard a thud and was acutely aware that something just hit my car.  I was expecting to see some kind of animal, yet glancing out my rear view mirror I see a rectangular purple shape tumbling off into the great unknown.  It did not take me long to recognize that familiar color and shape as my very significant cell phone.  Ah yes, I had ignored that still small voice whispering wisdom into my ear that placing my phone on top of the car truly was not a good idea.  More like a bad idea.  A really bad idea.  Not being on a paved road in the city; instead traffic around me whizzed past AT LEAST 55 MPH, (this is Texas), I have nowhere to safely park except a gravel entrance to a farm about a quarter of a mile away.  I did pull into the driveway and put my hazards on hoping no one else was in need of using the driveway at the same time of my dilemma.  Carrying my purse and walking in my dress and high heels down the road on a very skinny shoulder and crossing over into the weeds as cars approached, I began praying for various and asunder things-that I would be safe on this walk and that I would somehow find my phone and find it in good condition (i.e. not in the drain, not squished on the road, and not in a nest of snakes).  I barely gave myself time to think about the absurd odds against me as I went on my hunt.

I will tell you that odds do not scare God.  He knew exactly where my phone was and directed my eyes to the exact location just past the shoulder.  I picked it up, and no, it was not in a nest of snakes, or whatever you call the place where they hang out, but lying in a patch of roadside weeds.  That beautiful purple case known as an OTTERBOX had two small scrapes on it, but the phone was unscathed and functioned as if nothing had happened.  I walked back to my car grateful and in awe of what had just happened and then thought how I was spared a lot of misery.

Furthermore; I was reminded that whether tossed and tumbled in life as a result of my own bad choices, another’s infliction of pain, a bad report from a doctor, a weather calamity, or anything else that takes our sense of normalcy off course, that we have an OTTERBOX of extreme protection in God.  His Word says in Psalms 127:7-8 NASB, “The LORD will protect you from all evil; He will keep your soul.  The LORD will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever.”  Our souls have far more value than our phones with even the most important data in them.  God delights in protecting us and His ways are infallible.

Yes, I am thankful to have my phone back and in working order.  As I look at that protective purple OTTERBOX, I cannot help but think how amazing God’s protection is over us all, and it comes with an eternal lifetime guarantee.

5 Replies to “MY OTTERBOX”

  1. What a great analogy! And I’m so glad it all turned the way it did! Thanks fir sharing this!

  2. I mean “thanks FOR sharing this”. (California girl – living in the Ozarks – it’s rubbing off on me!)

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