Firstly, thank you for leaving my wallet in a place I could find it, with all my cards and ID’s. You have no idea how frustrating it is to replace all those. Secondly, This morning you devastated me and I spent a significant amount of time resenting you for what you did. But, as our opening worship began at St. Albans, and I began singing:
“Bless the Lord Oh My Soul”
the resentment vanished. I began thinking, how can I call on my God and bless their name, when I haven’t blessed my neighbour? How can I wish blessing upon God, and in the same breathe curse those that have wronged me? The song continues:
“Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing when the evening comes”
Honestly, I don’t want to love you, or pray for you, or wish you well. You stole from me, and that sucks! But, if I have learned anything during my 23 years of existence, it is this, resentment does nothing but harden our hearts and cut us off from relationship with one another and God.
So to you, person who stole the $100 from my wallet; you who had the decency to leave my cards and ID in tact; and you who left my wallet in an obvious place that I would find it, God bless you. I pray that the money was needed. I pray that it helps you in whatever way it can. I pray for your friends or family who may also benefit from the money. And finally I pray, that the next time you need help, that I would see, and respond. That we would see, and respond. Thank you for reminding me that nothing I own is mine, and that even in the midst of loss,
“For all Your goodness I will keep on singing. 10,000 reasons for my heart to find”