The Call
My husband, Phil had a trial this week that he had prepared for for weeks. It would be life-changing for his client and a battle for Phil. He anticipated a fight. I anticipated the verdict. At 6:50 on Wednesday night Phil called to tell me it didn’t look like he would make it to church, for me to get someone else to help me teach, since we teach a class together and he wouldn’t be there. I said okay, that I wanted him to call me, even during class, if the verdict came in. The call never came during class. The call never came for hours. But, in the meantime, let me tell you what I did. I took the phone with me everywhere I went because I didn’t want to miss it. I carried it in the pocket of my sweatshirt, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the den and even in the bathroom. I carried it with me everywhere I went so I wouldn’t miss his voice. As I was SITTING ON THE COMMODE thinking how important this call was and so anxiously awaiting it, it occurred to me that this is how I OU