Lost Over Broken

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Treasures are often lost over broken.
Many times, once upon the times,
empires did fall
because of broken treasures...
No, because of lost treasures...


Likewise, my broken phone was actually lost.

Once upon a time, I was on a bus in Honolulu, Hawaii (of the USA). Ok, so, first I was in Major Wrights, on this one Sunday, about two weeks ago. I was hanging with the children there. But I'm not Michael Jackson. I mean, this one girl was playing with my phone, taking pictures. I would have to out of my mind to let somebody do that with my stuff. Like, what was I thinking. never mind that. I mean, I think it was the love of Christ. But still. It happened. Often, some kids are mad at me. They like, "Why are you here?" And I could be like, "Why do you hear?" But all this is another story. But then I was on the bus, going to Pearl City for this Upper Room, which is an evening praise service, which included a sermon by Michael Collins.


But all these details are not part of this "Lost Over Broken" story.

Because it was so odd to find this guy on the back of the bus, on that day. He was like, "Can I use your phone. it was Mother's Day. Maybe he wanted to call his mom. I was like, ok. He was like, "It doesn't work.' I was like, oh no. I tried getting it to work. I was thinking that it would have to load. he waited for me. He actually got off a couple of stops before I did, by Pearl City. But my phone wasn't working. The right Sim card was there, right? No. Later that same white homie, with baggy pants, asked the black man the same question. The black man was like no. And then had to explain that simple interaction to probably his girl on the phone. The black man was like, "Oh, some guy wanted to borrow my phone," in a typical deep-voice and doggy like pimp like tough like normal like casual like irritated of a way.
But I had two phones with me. I got both of the phones from my brother. Bless his heart. I first had a phone from my sister. But it was like two years old. The screen was malfunctioning. Then I got a phone from my bro in Oklahoma. But the battery life was short. So he got me another one. But that battery life was short. Then, I decided to carry both of them. Switch phones, switch sim cards, when needed. I did, that day. But somehow misplaced the right sim card. And then I thought the phone was broken. Or I thought that the sim card was actually deactivated. Well, it was. But it was the wrong one. But that is life.

Often, we think!
It is broken!
The thing!
The phone!
The project!
The Relationship!
The destiny!
The resurrection!
The recovery!
Or anything in life!
We think!
It is broken!
For sure!

No!

It is lost!


And we need to find it!
We need interdependancy!
We need trust!
Proverbs 3:5-6

Discover!


Flee from constant stress!
"I must fix this now!"
Maybe.
But often, it is that
"I must find this or that."


To get back on course!


Lost

Not

Broken



May we find the missing puzzle pieces!
Flee constant blaming and fault-finding!
Let us be responsible and tight!