Gods' Anytime Minutes

Cingular and I had a fight today. I got back from Mexico in April and couldn't check my voicemail. I had 23 of them. And every time I tried to check them, my mailbox told me I didn't have any. My phone is a piece of junk. So if you've called or sent me a text in the past two months, and I've not responded, it's my phone's fault. Turns out, Cingular changed my voicemail profile without notifying me. (They were supposed to notify me, yet somehow they didn't.)

I tolerate cellphones. Really, I'm not a big talker on them. Truth be told, I'd much rather see your face AND hear your voice. There's something to be said for non-verbal communication.

Speaking of non-verbal communication, God and I "talked" that way a few times today. The first time I was on my way to Hammond. Sometimes the noise in my life drowns Him out. So I turned off the radio, the voices in my head, and just sat with Him. I didn't need to say much. It was just calm. Not that soul seeping peace that protects and engulfs you. This is the "make sure your armor is not loose because you're in the middle of a battle" kind of calm. I've been like this for a few days. I'm not complaining about it. Fights are nothing new to me, we're in this world, not of it, so there's bound to be a bit of a backlash once in a while.

The second non-verbal communication was when I was combing my hair in the shower. My comb caught on a cowlick. Yeah, my curls have cowlicks. Cowlicks are tangles that never go away. Whether my hair is long or short, I will always have curls and cowlicks. So I'm wrangling the comb out of the back of my hair and thinking about how God's been so amazing with me. Lately there are a lot of stressful things going on in the lives of my friends. And He's been so gracious in turning down the volume on the stress in my own life.

I love that unlike Cingular, I've got unlimited anytime minutes with God.