My cracked cell phone screen

I dropped my cell phone at Disneyland last Saturday and the screen cracked. Again. I bought this phone less than a month ago to replace the iPhone 5 that I dropped one too many times and whose screen had cracked so many times that it had become irreparable due to the backlight breaking. I felt so ashamed standing there staring at the broken screen, realizing I had somehow managed to break yet another phone screen.

Today I walked into the cell phone repair shop yet again, and the guy behind the counter pleasantly smiled and said, "What can I do for you Alane?"  He literally knows me by name at this point.  Without a word of criticism or judgment, he had my phone repaired in less than an hour.

This evening as I sat listening to worship music and was spending time reflecting on my life and thinking of how many times I have messed up this past year, I was obviously also still feeling slightly guilty over the cell phone incident.  And then I began to see a small parallel between the two.

 

When we finally come to God with whatever situation we may find ourselves in, it is sort of like the cell phone guy - God doesn't say, "I can't believe you did this again!" but instead is ready to wash away our sin and make things new again.  And God doesn't even charge us to fix things - because Jesus already paid the price for us.