Resurrections: Laptop Resurrection
Editor’s Note: Part of this column has already been published in “Mature Living Magazine”. The author owns the rights to this column.
It is the true story of an adult woman who is a writer. I do not name names. She has a heartbreaking story of spilling her morning coffee on her laptop.
She did it twice. Both times, the computer store miracle workers were able to clean and restore her laptop and get it back to working order in a day or two. While it’s true that she hasn’t spilled coffee on her computer in years, the same can’t be said for a full bottle of 100% acetone remover. She spilled it on her computer just a few months ago.
The writer woman grabbed the bottle, but not before half had poured into and onto her laptop. The accusing questions started almost at the same time as his mistake: “Why was the nail polish remover sitting right next to the computer?” ”
“Why haven’t you put it away?” The laptop turned off and died.
My husband heard the all too familiar sound of me screaming in horror at a disaster that I initiated (Yes. I am the writer woman). He didn’t say a word, but his clenched jaw spoke volumes. We drove to the computer store, hoping the computer store miracle workers could fix it. They could not. Some mistakes are too important to undo.
The shop assistant was very happy to sell me a brand new laptop. As we left the store, she casually mentioned, “You can check if the computer insurance you have on the damaged laptop has expired. ”
I came home and the coverage had not expired !! I called the IT people. They told me to return the damaged computer to them. Two days later it was returned and worked again. The truth is, they haven’t fixed anything. It was irreparable. They replaced all the destroyed parts with new ones. The exterior was the same but the interior was completely new. I returned the new computer which was still unopened in the box. I have been reimbursed in full. Hooray!
In closing, I would like to share another true story about a grown woman who is a writer. Sometimes she makes a mess, which seems beyond repair.
The accusing questions begin: “Do you call yourself a Christian?” and “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You should be. ”She can’t help but agree with the accusations. Once again, however, she makes the call in the name of the Lord. Impossible as it sounds, she is still covered by The Blood of Jesus. Always covered by His grace and mercy. Always hidden in Him. Always His child. He does not fix me. He makes me brand new inside.
The only thing more damaging than making a big mistake is believing that God is not great enough to do things over again. Or believing that my mistakes disqualify me from being resurrected, restored and used for his glory.
If you enjoyed this review, you might be interested to know that I just typed it on the laptop that I thought I would never use again. And with computers – as with hearts – it’s the inside that matters most. No mistake we make is too big for Him to correct.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old is dead, and see, the new has arrived! 2 Corinthians 5:17
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