Your phone rings. You answer the phone only to hear one of your friends driving, hollering at her kids, digging through her purse, singing a song from the radio, etc.. If you have experienced this, you are a victim of pocket dialing. I enjoy receiving these calls. It's like I'm a fly on the wall, and they don't know I'm there. I keep waiting for them to say, "Oh Tricia is my favorite person in the whole world. She is awesome." It hasn't happened yet, but I keep listening way past the appropriate amount of time just in case they are about to say it. I'm not sure my friends enjoy getting them from me, but from what I hear, it happens quite often. I was pleasantly surprised the other day when I pulled my phone from my pocket and found out that I had pocket scriptured. I pulled it out and looked at the screen and Psalm 121 was staring at me. God knows just what I need.
I lift up my eyes to the hills--
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip--
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you--
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm--
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
What an awesome pick-me-up that was needed at just the right moment!
FYI church members. I have the Bible on my phone, so I am not checking Faceb**k, texting, or checking emails during church. You can stop the whispering.