A drop in the ocean
Sitting here and feeling the sting of regret.
Earlier today my phone took a nose dive into the loo.
Having absent-mindedly jumped up to close the bathroom window, I landed back on the ground and in one swift motion, my phone bounced up from my pocket and into the loo.
In some comical way the worship music playing on my phone continued to play as I sat there.
Scooping it up quickly and anti-bacing it down, wiping away as much moisture as possible â I realised that the touch screen was on longer touch sensitive.
 My heart dropped, as held my head in my hands, I realised that this was the worse time for this.
At a time where communication via phone and internet was needed more than ever, without having the pleasure of simply meeting friends face-to-face â this event had quite an impact on me *gulp*
This now means no phone calls, and so long to the ease of Whatsapp and Insta chat which have now become my vital drip forms of communication in these days.
 Fast forward past blame, regret and anger, I finally questioned why?
 Why did this have to happen at a time like this where Corona is forcing us to self-isolate and communicate differently?
 Moments before this happened, I felt the Lord say
âCharlotte, what are you doing? What are you focusing on with you time?
That question was so distinctive and clear.
 Our phones, even though beneficial for communication, can also be a distraction too.
Breaking up our conversation with every little ping, sound, message and video.
Iâm still praying that my phone will come back to its 100% capabilities (please pray with me)
 But in the radio silence I will listen to the still small voice willing me to focus on what God wants me to do in this season.Â
To appreciate life and to continue to journey with him with my eyes and focus fixed on Him, from a position of rest.
 âYou will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions, stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you..â
2 Chronicles 20:17
