mistakes were made

One never knows,where, in the convoluted recesses of my brain, I come up with topics for this blog. Sometimes they are (relatively)well thought out. Sometimes the topic begins as a seed planted in the middle of the night or on my morning walk or while mowing the lawn.

Sometimes my folks will ask me when I stop in at their house at approximately 7:15-7:20 a.m. what I am planning to blog about. Even though my next 'to do' item is 'to blog', I cannot tell them what the subject will be. 'Cuz I got nuttin'.

All week long, I was thinking about the phrase 'mistakes were made'. You will often here this used by someone in the gubmitt or a CEO of a financial institution or an automobile company. If your kids are really smart, they may use it too. A way to accept and deflect blame in one fell swoop.

~~~~~

There was a big drug bust in our county earlier this week. In fact it took place on the way to a house we considered buying. And probably less than a mile from the mayor's home.

We noticed this place right away as our realtor was taking us around. Lots of cars parked on the lawn - maybe a dozen. There were three (or maybe just two - hard to tell) single wide mobile homes on the property. One was apparently the residence, although how they could gain entry of the home was beyond me. The porch was filled - littered with stuff. The other mobile home(s) were filled with stuff, judging from the windows which were covered from the interior with piles of things.

As I drove by there on Monday, the sheriff, several county cars and a dozen or so county jail residents (I could tell because of their orange jumpsuits were stamped 'county jail inmates') were cleaning up the property. A few wreckers had already left and some more were waiting to haul away the cars.

At choir Wednesday night I learned that the cars and firearms were all confiscated as evidence. Apparently you could purchase drugs with things beside cash.

The whole thing made me so sad. As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I did not pursue some of the career options I had considered when I was in high school. Instead I became a teacher. But I had options and never, ever would have considered selling drugs for a living. I'm not trying to sound high and mighty or snobbish here. I am astoundingly (that is a word, right?) grateful for parents who nurtured and encouraged and for a husband who has supported me in the decisions I have made. Nobody ever suggested, 'hey why don't you sell drugs?'

God does not love me anymore than He does the drug dealer. Christ died for all of us. I hope and pray that the people who live in that house can find Christ's love and forgiveness and turn their lives around.

Yes, mistakes were made. But forgiveness is available for all.

~~~~~

Speaking of mistakes being made...Dad said the other day, "Oh, I've been meaning to tell you..." and proceeded to tell me.

When I related the information to Pat, he said, "Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you....." and proceeded to reiterate what Dad said.

And I've been meaning to tell you, but I'm out of time today...I'll tell you on Monday.