Invisible phone

               

When the van wouldn't start,

even after prayer,

I reached for my phone.

My purse is small, holding

phone, wallet, and I-pod.

But search and search again,

I couldn't find the phone.

I wanted to call the insurance,

for road side assistance.

I wanted to call my husband,

to come pick us up.

I wanted to call for help.

I prayed again,

turned the ignition.

Nothing.

A trek to the lube shop.

Pointed in the opposite direction,

to the mechanic shop.

Little boy tagging along.

Then as I reached into my

purse, to pay the bill,

I pulled out my phone.

Because it was invisible,

we didn't pay for a tow, and

my husband didn't lose leave hours

he was saving for the family trip.

And I spent many hours,

one-on-one with my child who

wants most in the world

--my attention.

My calling prayer was answered.