nothing is wasted

Yesterday I did something I've never done before. I locked my keys in the car. To make matters worse, I locked my phone in the car too. Right there on the seat. Next to my keys. I don't know a single person's phone number here in Georgia. Not a one. The joy of technology is that I don't have to remember. Until I have to.

After many frustratingly futile attempts at getting assistance, a sweet woman swooped in to rescue me. She drove me home to pick up my spare key and then drove me back to my car. An angel indeed. With a southern accent. They grow 'em warm and hospitable down here, that's for sure.

Did I mention that on Monday I left my purse in a restaurant? And only noticed 30 minutes later? Yeah. (Another first for me.) Thankfully once again integrity won the day. I recovered my purse. With everything in it.

But seriously? I had these big firsts two days in a row?! C'mon!


Now it's today... And today there's an undercurrent of ache in my heart. It's another one of those days that I wonder if I'm the only one who remembers. Or maybe just the only one who cares.

And on top of that, today I'm on a plane bound for DC to have a meeting I shouldn't even have to have. Yeah, that current of ache grows stronger even at 30,000 feet.

Maybe even more so at 30,000 feet.

But here on this plane I'm reminding myself that God doesn't waste a thing.

God doesn't waste a thing.

Nothing---neither the best nor the worst that I've known---is wasted. Ever. Everything can be made new. Everything can be redeemed. Everything can be made whole.

Nothing is wasted.

Not even the frustrations of yesterday.

Or the ache of today.