My little cell phone miracle

I'm a believer in modern-day miracles. I've never thought that things just happened by coincidence. Yesterday was no exception. While this was something very small, it still reminded me that our prayers are heard and answered.

Yesterday (Saturday) morning, I left early to drive downtown to meet with my CPA brother to do our taxes. He was going to be in his office on South Temple and 100 East. I was to call him from my cell once I arrived, so that he could let me into his locked up building (since it was Saturday). On my way, I decided to chat with his wife when we were cut-off mid conversation -- my cell phone had died.

Well, since I was driving Mark's car, I didn't have my charger. And while this wasn't the end of the world, it was mighty inconvenient. How was I going to let Danny know that I was there and needed to be let in? Where could I find a public phone (ever noticed that pay phones don't exist anymore?) on a Saturday when all the office buildings downtown are shut down and locked up for the weekend? So, as I drove nearer to his office, I decided to say a little prayer. I prayed for a miracle that my cell phone battery would have just enough charge that I could make one little call to my brother to let him know I was there. I truly believed Heavenly Father would do this for me.

I didn't get that little bit of charge. Battery - dead.

Hmm... what to do now? At this point, I was pulled up to the meter parking outside of his office. I thought I'd check the doors to his building, just to see if they might, marvelously, be unlocked.

Nope - locked.

So, I looked around, and realized that neither of the two bums walking down the deserted street would probably have a phone on them that I could borrow. Bugger. Once again, not a calamity, but highly tiresome.

As I walked back to my car, I noticed the car that was parked in front of mine at the curb. Sitting in the front seat of that car was a lady texting on her cell phone. Could it be? Why hadn't I noticed her before? I approached her, (hopefully I didn't scare her to death) and asked her if I could possibly borrow her phone for a quick call. She was very nice and generous and allowed me to use her phone. I got a hold of my brother and all was well.

In hindsight, I wondered, "What were the odds that there was a car parked there at that time (only one on the whole street besides mine)? And that the car just happened to be occupied?" Truly the chances were slim to none. And yet, there it was.

My little miracle.

My prayer was heard and it was answered. Of course it wasn't answered in the way that I wanted it answered. Lesson learned, again. And of course it was answered through another person. Second lesson learned, again. I'm just so grateful that I have a patient and loving Father in Heaven who does hear my prayers and does answer them, even if it's not in the way I expect it. I know this was such a small thing to the outside reader, but for me it was a sweet, gentle reminder that I am loved, I am heard, and that I am cared for.