So I just found out my favourite top got stolen from the laundry room at res. My dad bought it in Switzerland from C&A and I only got to wear it twice. This is no trivial matter for me. I've been depressed all day and it got me thinking about how attached we are to material things. I can't help it - I loved that top and it will take me ages to get over it. The more I think about it, the more overcome with hatred I become and wish the person who took it could get a rash or something like it. Some Christian I am right? I'm thinking the same thing. The Lord says we should love our enemies and here I am wishing all sorts of evil upon them. The Lord says we should not keep treasures on earth but in heaven where they will not be damaged (or stolen) and here I am investing so much importance in that one top. The Lord also says we should not worry about what we are going to wear because he provides! But in my head I'm thinking if he'll provide that top...I really did love that top and I got so many compliments the day I wore it. Please don't think I'm a vain pig! Just think of your favourite item of clothing and how you would react if it got stolen. Some would cry...yeah I cried. I was overcome with dissapointment ok!
So I try and get a lesson from each dissapointment I face and I guess this one was about not placing all your passion and admiration in material things because when they are gone, they are gone for good, and they do nothing to comfort you when you're weeping and gnashing your teeth over their loss. I know I'm acting like I lost a little lamb but I'm pretty beaten up about it, especially when I go through all 60 of my resmates in my head thinking who could have stolen it. I'm still holding onto a little faith that it will come back though...Oh Lord have mercy on this child of yours!
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