The Best Unanswered Phone Call -Part 1
~ Keep reading to find out how an unanswered phone can be so important.
Time to share a bit more from my book God and My Pillow, and continue with what took place after that 4th of July eye-opening thought I shared in my last post.
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My fearful thoughts were soaking my pillow. I’m different! I’m a Christian now. I can’t be! Can I? No. I’m only 19 and living at home. I have great career plans and…and no, I can’t. God, I pleaded for your forgiveness so . . . so why would you allow this to be possible? I can’t be pregnant.
Twenty million of those thoughts had me rolling over on my pillow, left and right, left and right. My pillow must have felt like screaming, “Be still Marianne!”
A few days later, after making sure my parents were gone, I grabbed the Yellow Pages and ran to my room. Back in 1986, phone numbers could only be found in the good old yellow pages.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I need one. I guess I’ll look under ‘Pregnancy Test.’ How about this larger typed name—Planned Parenthood. This sure wasn’t planned, but I guess I have to plan something.
That was the first one I noticed. After all, that’s what the bold wording is supposed to do, right? Make you notice. Well, it worked. I was so nervous pressing those numbers.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring. . . . Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
Hmmm. No answer. Darn it. I’ll try another one. Let’s see.
Flipping backwards a bit through the phone book I went, Crisis Pregnancy Center. This sure is a crisis for me if I’m pregnant. I have to try this one.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
Oh, please. Oh, please be open! PLEASE be op…
“Hello. Crisis Pregnancy Center. How can I help you?”
This story will continue in my next post. But until then, just remember that even with a phone call, God knows what He’s doing. Find out next week one of the many ways He’s proven that to me.