OMG, I butt dialed God??
by Candaise Sheets
AA, BFA, Light University PLC, Light University BC Life Coach
Yep, you read the title correctly, I accidentally butt dialed God, and he answered!
It all started on a cold Colorado Monday morning, just after I dropped off the twins at school, around seven fifteen in the morning.
Do you sometimes find yourself alone in your car and you start talking to yourself? Or do you find it a perfect time to pray? I spend a lot of time in the car alone, and find that these moments are a great time to talk to myself, or to pray out loud.
This particular morning, I was so emotional because I found myself in the midst of a scary divorce, my-ex had recently told me he was no longer paying any bills. Subsequently, the checking account was over drawn by thousands of dollars, the mortgage needed payment, the medical bills are huge, I didn't get the job I interviewed for, and don't even get me started on the credit card debt.
So I was feeling very alone, and extremely scared that gray morning. As I was driving I began to cry and started to tell God that I was so scared and didn't know what to do. This crying rant didn't last too long because, suddenly realized I forgot to drop off the kid’s art supplies off at the school, so I had to turn around, and go back to the school. I parked in front of the school and started unloading the supplies from the back of my car when my oldest son called me. My oldest son is a night owl and is never up at seven thirty in the morning. When I looked down at my phone and saw his number I was afraid something bad had happened as he has had health issues.
I was standing in the freezing cold wind, I immediately answered the phone, and before I could ask if he was okay, he asked me if I was okay. This took me completely by surprise, and before I knew it I was telling him I was fine through my tears. I told him I was okay and was just going through a tough time. He kept asking me if I was okay which seemed a little odd to me. Then he told me that his wife received a call from me, and she could hear me crying, and saying that “I was scared, and that I have never been this scared in my life”.
I said out loud and dumbfounded, “Ahhh, what?” That’s when it dawned on me, what happened! “Oh, my phone must have dialed you while inside my purse, I am so sorry”. I explained.
I was so embarrassed and sorry that I had scared them, and quickly assured him that I was okay. He then told me that they called the police. I was again surprised, and said I was fine, and there was nothing to worry about.
So, with shaking hands, I hung up and I went into the school office carrying an armload of art supplies. As I was talking to the office lady at the main desk my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I apologized to her and shut the ringing off. A few seconds later same number called again, and again I turned it off. We shrugged, and I continued our conversation. A few seconds later same number was urgently calling me. The office lady looked at me with concerned eyes, and she said that I should probably answer it. It was the Sheriff. He was calling to make sure I was okay, and that I didn't need help. I spent the next ten minutes embarrassingly explaining that I was fine, and that I was praying in my car, and didn't know my phone had dialed out. I told him a bit about the divorce, and that I was just struggling, and he was so sweet on the phone I started crying all over again.
After I hung up I went back to the office lady, and told her I just did the most embarrassing butt dial ever. I told her the story about me crying and praying in the car, and how my phone called my son. I was so mortified; tears were running down my face.
Just then the Principle of the school walked up with a great morning smile, and asked me how I was doing. I have to let you know that I simply adore the Principle, he is an amazing, wonderful man who makes you want to be a better person. So, embarrassed at my tears, and yet very grateful that I still had my sunglasses on, I smiled brightly and said,” I was fine.” The office lady standing at the desk gave me such a wounded puppy look of sympathy because, she knew I was really struggling not to break down in front of him.
I rushed out of the office just feeling like the stupidest person, berating myself for wasting the poor sheriffs time, and frightening my son. On the drive back home, I called my friend, and told him what had happened, and how mortified I was.
He said in a very excited voice “That wasn't just a butt call, that was a God Call!”. “God reached out to you when you were in pain and feeling alone. He is showing you that you are not alone, and that there are people who love and care about you, even people you don't know.”
“Ooooooooh”. I said as my eyes grew the size of large saucers as the significance of what he was saying sank into my brain.
I butt dialed God?? I said in a hushed voice.
After I hung up, and continued to drive home, a surprising thought suddenly came to me. What if God has been sending me messages like this my whole life, and I never understood they were from Him? I quickly apologized to God for all the years I didn't take notice of his messages, and promised to start paying more attention. At that moment I imagined God taking his large hand and slapping his forehead and saying, “DOH”. Just like Homer Simpson.
It took a dear, wise, friend to show me that accidents are not necessarily just accidents. Sometimes God is reaching out, trying to send a message to you in ways that are surprising, and unexpected.
My reason for sharing this story is to reach out, and tell anyone who will listen that just maybe those weird coincidences that happen in our life might just actually be God reaching out to us. Who knew?!
Are you going through a rough divorce or separation? Are you feeling broken and alone in your struggles? Do you know someone who is going through a divorce and needs help? If you answered any of these questions with a yes, there is help for you. Contact Candaise at Applicable Counseling and Life Coaching Services at 303.456.0555.
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