Several weeks ago, David was telling the church about how the police had found our stolen trailer. The lock hinge on the door had been cut, a wheel well was ripped up and one side was all scratched up. Inside the trailer it was devastatingly empty. Nothing left but a few plastic flowers strewn on the floor of the trailer and some cigarette butts. On top of all that, we had to pay $175 to the towing company to get it out of hock!
Our first reaction was one of outrage, why should we have to pay to get our stolen stuff back? All right, all right, I know, someone did work and we need to pay them, but it seemed unfair. I mean really, someone comes, steals our stuff, trashes it and then decides to just leave it along the side of the road. How frustrating. We don’t even get a new trailer out of the deal! As far as the insurance company is concerned, we have our trailer back, they will pay to fix it, but that’s it! We have to take back and fix the ruined, nasty, non-working trailer!
Then it hit me so sharply, the irony of the whole situation. We too were stolen away by a master thief as old as the dawn of time. Deeply wounded, scratched, crippled and devastatingly empty, we were found and returned to our owner, for a price. A much higher price than $175! How grateful I am that God did not look at me and think, “Wow, I wish I could have just gotten a new one. I don’t really want to repair and heal this empty, broken girl. She is way too messed up! It would be so much easier to just start over fresh.”
I thank God that He is willing to make all things new, even when we ourselves give the thief the key, even when we are stubborn, even when we hesitate to accept our release. He is willing and able to heal our broken, empty, trashed lives.