I'll Pray For You

This is short I know it will be longer in the final format:


I was the only person left on the planet who didn’t have texting. I would come home for vacation and spend countless hours texting people from my dad’s work phone hoping it would annoy him enough to add texting to our family plan. There were times I came very close to accomplishing my goal but every time my mom walked into AT&T she would back out on me. I would come back to Provo without a texting plan and without any true sense of who I was. Ok, maybe this would be true if I were in middle school but I still tried as hard as I could to get texting added to my phone.

“You want me to be social in school right Mom?” I would try to use my lack of social skills as a push toward texting. My mother has always criticized me for my school, work, then bed schedule. My logic in this was only people who have texting get invited to parties. I didn’t say it was sound logic.

“You can text me anytime you want Mom.” That should have been the deciding factor. She could get a hold of me no matter what I was doing with my new found social life. In class? No problem, just send a text right?

“Everyone else has texting.” Bottom line I was desperate.

I begged and pleaded for a year and finally decided to give up or get my own cell phone plan. I wanted to do all I could to have my parents pay for it but texting was that important. My mom and I were sitting in the foyer at church the Sunday after Christmas talking about my desperate need for texting when the first counselor of the Bishopric came out of one of his meetings. He stopped dead in his tracks, spun around on one heal, and looked straight at my mom.

“This girl doesn’t have texting?”

Laughing my mom said, “No, she doesn’t need it.”

“Tina, every girl needs texting. Heck, I need texting.” He then opened a door to another meeting and paused to look at me, “I’ll pray for you and you will get texting.”

My mom and I just sat there stunned. Did he just say he would pray for me to get texting? I was pretty sure I had miss understood but the look on my mom’s face confirmed it was true.

“There’s no way that is going to work.” My mom looked at me as we both tried to hold in our giggles.

A week later I sat in the airport texting my mom. It would take her 30 minutes to respond but I did it just because I could. I could text anyone. Moral of the story? Prayer works.