What if I Lost God?

My phone is lost. This morning my beautiful three year old picked up the phone and began to play games, as is her custom. Since that moment this morning, I have been without a phone. I've asked over and over again where she put the phone and nothing. She is only three. I've searched all over the house, in couches, under chairs and in beds. It's on silent and have not come up with it.

Here's the thing: it's bothering me that I can't find it. In fact, I got rude and my temper started to come out when I couldn't find my phone before heading to work. I got angry with a poor three year old who has no idea and everyone else in the house, who had nothing to do with it. Stormed out of the house this morning because I didn't have my phone.

Angry. Upset. Rude.

Over a phone.

I've gotten kind of 'passionate' over a lost phone today. I've had to put myself in check (which isn't easy) and remind myself of what really is important. My cell phone is not on that list. However, I've acted like it was today. What I say is important to me and how I act about it are two completely different things.

Here is a silly question: what if I lost God? It's silly because he's not going anywhere, but play along for a moment. What if I mis-placed God? What if I had Him and then lost Him? 

Now here is the much bigger question for me: would I freak out over losing God like my phone today?

I hope the answer is yes. 

I've gotten all worked up over a phone, which is one of many I've had over the years. I've gotten angry at my daughter because I put blame on her. I've gotten rude with an innocent wife who had no responsibilities over my phone. I've acted like a jerk. For a phone. And I'm ashamed of that.

Now why I am afraid of my answer to my question? Why am I afraid I would not have that kind of passion for my lost God? It's scary to think about. God is so much more than any phone. Period. Yet, I live like I am attached and in need of a phone rather than MY God.

This post is more confession than great insight. This post is more about a struggling person looking for his lost passion for God rather than a phone. This post is about misplaced priorities too often in my life and trying to correct that problem daily. 

I know this though. When I am lost, my God is waiting like a loving father with his arms wide open ready to celebrate my return. I know my God is love and that love has truly changed my life. I also know this, I'm still working on being a light of that great, life changing love in my own life. Freaking out over a lost phone does not work. Being upset over it can't help. Remembering who I am and who MY God is will undoubtedly be helpful.

If I lost God, I'm ripping the house a part. My cell phone? Who cares.