When I have that, everything else falls into line. My desire for approval should come from God, only. "Sierra, that's seriously awesome! Maybe you'll have time to write your book, now! Man, that makes me miss my old flip phone!"Īll of the doubt that swirled in my head was silenced, when the man that loves me most said "So proud of you, babe." "I'm so serious," I laughed back, "and guess what? If you get one, we can walkie-talkie each other!" "No way! Are you serious babe?!" he said, as he chuckled. I picked up the box to my new dinosaur phone, and hovered it in front of the camera. "In the Sprint store, upgrading my phone!" He laughed, and made a comment about how clumsy kids are, and I informed him that the klutz in the family is actually me! I've broken (and had to replace) more iPhone screens that I'd care to admit!Īs he was getting the paperwork started, Mark FaceTime'd my old iPhone. So, the Sprint employee walked back over to me, and asked if I'd decided what I was going to do. Mark and I both, at the same time, tilted our phones away from the 4 inches we had them hovering near our eyes, said "Good morning!" in unison, and went right back to our phones.Īll of this came flooding into my memory, as I was standing in the Sprint store.īecause that's not the Momma I wanted to be.
Then the three boys walked in, rubbing their eyes, after a good night's sleep, and said "Good morning, Momma and Daddy!" in that oh-so-sweet sleepy voice. One morning, Mark and I had woken up before the kids, and the first thing we did, before we said "Good morning" to each other, was pick up our phones, unplug them from the charger, and instinctively hit the Home button, and start swiping away. He asked me to quit loving my iPhone, more than I loved every beautiful thing He has given me in this life.Īny idol, any idol, we have to be willing to give up.Īnother super embarrassing thing to admit: Question why God would ask me to get a flip phone. Naysayers will doubt this moment of realization. If I care more about people looking at my status in life, than I do people looking at my walk with God, I've missed something. If it goes against the grain of the world, you're probably up to something good. "What if they think I'm just getting it, because I can't afford an iPhone?"Īnd all I heard, as questions swirled around in my head, was silence. "Is this crazy? What if people think I'm crazy, God? For getting a flip phone?" "Everyone has iPhones, it doesn't really mean that much to You, does it?" And for that brief moment, I wrestled with God:
He excused himself, as another customer needed help, working the self-pay kiosk. I stood there, staring at both, knowing exactly which one I was walking out with. "Here's one option, it's a more sleek flip phone, with more options, and here's the other option, that we typically recommend for construction workers." "Umm.Actually, can you show me what flip phone options you have?" "Great! I can totally help you with that! Are you looking to get the new iPhone?" So, the Sprint employee approached me, eyes lit up, as he saw me standing next to the iPhones, and he asked "How can I help you?" How sad is it that the "Home" button on my iPhone brought me more comfort, than the home where I'm called to be part of a family? I hit the home button instinctively, and swiped through the apps, and felt this overwhelming distaste.
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I walked into the Sprint store, to upgrade my phone, and as I was waiting for an employee to help me, I walked over to the "new and improved iPhone 7 (plus, S, whatever the newest version was). It actually makes my stomach hurt to even admit that, but it's the raw, honest truth. It makes it sound like I carried the goofy phone with me everywhere I went, and like I was on it every waking moment, and like I'd get frustrated if one of my five kiddos interrupted me reading an article, watching a video, or mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. I've tried to think of a thousand and one ways to sugar coat what I'm about to say, but came up empty: Why can't you just put your phone down, if it's too much of a distraction? Why this grand exit from normalcy, to pursue a life of simplicity?
Why does it matter if you have an iPhone, or not? So, as I type on my laptop (and not my iPhone), I just wanted to share the why. Relationships, commitments, and finally my beloved iPhone, were among the many things that were plucked as quickly from my grasp, as I would a weed, in my growing garden. That's how long I've been begging God to remove the distractions in my life.
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