Someone in our family lost his cellphone. We called it from the landline, and there was no response, because as it was lying somewhere its battery ran out, and so the phone was like a stone that could not be uncovered.
On the first day we did not really feel the absence of the phone. We managed fine with the landline. But on the second day we were not managing so well anymore. The children needed to leave the house and to take the cellphone with them, so they could be in touch with us, and the fact that we didn’t have it was really annoying.
We needed the cellphone. Everyone started searching. Under the beds and on top of the fridge and on the shelves in the storage room and in the kitchen drawers. This was an opportunity for us to discover how large our home was, how many items it had inside it and how many closets it had, and floor tiles as well.
We were at a loss, because the house seemed unwilling to reveal where it was holding the all-important item, the cellphone.
Then I remembered the important hishtadlus I hadn’t yet done. I hadn’t davened. I turned to Hashem in tefillah that we would find the cellphone, and then, within a minute, we heard a call of relief. The cellphone was found!
Where? On the same shelf where we’d searched several times. Thank you Hashem!
