Late Return

***Disclaimer: This is about my real life; my journey through Christ & where He leads me. Please prepare yourself for truth.***

I have been slowly cleaning out and organizing the shed that I inherited (so-to-speak) when my Gramma died two and a half years ago. My plans are to have my business there. There's plenty of space for my work area. It's setup for power, it just hasn't ever been used in the twelve years that my Gramma had it. 

I came across a laptop sleeve a while ago. In 2007, I purchased a laptop bag from Walmart. The bag didn't last long at all. As a matter of fact, the arm was detached within weeks of having the bag. The laptop sleeve was an insert to the bag. Do you get where I'm headed? 

I returned the bag to Walmart & got another bag. I never returned the sleeve; until yesterday. Do you understand what I'm saying? I stole (keeping is the same as stealing, if it doesn't belong to you) the laptop sleeve because I knew that I should have returned that, along with the bag but I wanted to keep it. 

Last night, I nervously walked up to customer service at Walmart. I stood in line waiting for fifteen or so minutes. I didn't know what the repercussions would be, but I was willing to accept whatever was coming. I cannot lead my children by example if I'm living a lie. The Holy Spirit convicted me to return that bag; every single time I laid eyes on it. There's no, "oh, I'll donate this to Goodwill," and it be finished; no sir! 

I had to physically return that bag. The lady was actually very pleasant about it & she didn't have to be, but she was. That specific lady, I have always thought, was rather detached & unfeeling. Last night, God showed me a different side of this woman. She showed me compassion when she didn't have to. 

Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord and He shall lift you up. - James 4:10