Ok not my real arm, but my iphone. Without realizing it, my iphone had become an extension of me on this trip, and I’m sure it was a process that was happening to me way before the trip.
Within a 30 minute span of time of a few of us going to sleep and a few others sitting out in the common area working online. My teammate’s ipod touch and my iphone were stolen right out of our room.
They were plugged in right next to all the computers and also another teammates iphone. I wanted to freak out. I wanted to yell at the man who took it. But we had no solid proof that it was really him.
So, instead I just walked around quietly searching for my iphone in the hostel, while we waited for the police to show.
We have been in this hostel all month, and have been told several times throughout the month, that the area we are in is not good but this is the first bad experience we really have faced.
God has protected us all month.
So, why now would this happen the day before we leave?
I didn’t realize how much I used this phone on the trip until now, it really feels like I have lost my arm…
I used it for my alarm clock
I used it to figure out conversions between different currencies
I used it for my workouts
for keeping in contact with family and friends
to post facebook updates and instagram pics
for a calculator when shopping with team money
I used it for a flashlight to find my head lamp
I used it to check and send emails
I used it to record my notes from church sermons,
and my thoughts about next blogs to write
I used it to get away and have some quite worship time and listen to music
I used it to take pictures of my adventures.
That’s all I can think of at the moment, but every move since my phone was stolen has led to a moment of realization of how much I really depended on my iphone.
It really is crazy how dependent you can become on one item. I really don’t know what is going on but in the past two months I have lost or had stolen so many things that I was truly thankful to have while on this race.
My iphone, my rain jacket, my sunglasses, my iphone charger and a pair of my favorite pants. Is God stripping me of the few things that I do have on this race? What Is going on?
I’m not totally clear on the purpose of all of this but I do trust that even in this crummy time that God is good. That I am going to have faith that God will use this moment in my life for Good. And that most of all God has shown me over and over on this trip that he is my provider, So I will stand on my solid rock in knowing that he has me right where I need to be, and that I have everything that I need at this time in my life.
