Which took me to Unknown Mami's place for Sundays In My City.
My Sunday started at a friends house in Amarillo, TX. This is about 20 minutes from my town. As we sat around the table swapping stories and playing game, an "Unknown Number" rings my phone. I do not answer, and they leave no message.
My head swirls with possible identities. This is the first unknown to this new number. I had shut my phone off back in April of 2011. As much as I missed the phone, we did really well with out it for five months.
Then my grandmother died. I was introduced to Ray, the man she assigned as executor of her estate. He was kind enough, but like all men, I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
Then my dad overdosed on meth. His first hospital stay lasted over a week, and because of his diagnosis, he was a "do not publish" patient. Immediate family could go up there to find out information and see him but forget trying to get information over the phone. Ray and I communicated almost daily throughout this.
One day he asks, "Why don't you have a cell phone?"
"Do you want my financial or philosophical reason?"
"Okay then, I just started repaying my student loans, and I have lost all state benefits, so something had to go. We don't have cable, and I have internet and a land line, so the cell phone was cut from the budget."
"Okay, and the philosophical reason?"
"Well Kendra, you need a cell phone."
"Yes. My friends and loved ones find many reasons to remind me of that daily."
"If the estate pays for the phone, will you carry it?"
"You need a cell phone in the car when you have those babies with you, Kendra."
"I know, and yes, I will carry the stupid phone."
So I got the phone with this new number that only few people know. I've carried it now for almost 4 months, and today's sunday began with its first "unknown."
Of course my brain suggests its related to my son's father in one form or another.
As I sit here jumbling sentences on the screen, God instantly reminds me that I can call Him anytime and without the use of a stupid phone. He reminds me of Him calling my name and me answering, knowing all the while it is He who is calling.
As I smile and feel His love wrap around me, the importance of this unknown caller dissipates, giving way to the Lord on high! My Jesus.