There was no way my parents were going to buy this for me. I wasn’t supposed to ask for treats while grocery shopping.
To a little girl, there was nothing else in the whole world but those shiny candies.
“My parents are so unfair…”
I had never stole anything, nor even had a thought of stealing by this young age.
My mind couldn’t fathom what my heart was considering. Stealing? That is so wrong. That’s one of the ten commandments.
But they looked so delicious.
After a glance around, I did end up stealing on of those candies and later eating it.
I would have no idea how badly that one incident would wrap me up for years.
That candy was probably valued at a grand total of $0.02. But I knew I had hurt the heart of God, and that was almost too much to bear.
For years I held this sin in my heart, afraid of anyone finding out that good little Monica was a candy thief.
It seemed impossible for me to accept the gift of grace when I had made a deliberate choice to do the wrong thing. I knew better than that.
Healing finally came for me when the guilt was to great and I broke down and told my dad. I sat with him and cried my heart out.
Confession broke the hold that this sin had over my little life. My dad was able to assure me that God forgave me, and that he could tell I had learned the hard way that stealing only holds you in bondage.
People who conceal their sins will not prosper, but if they confess and turn from them, they will receive mercy.
The enemy wants you to believe that no one can find out what you’ve done. The cords of guilt and shame can feel like they are literally strangling you, but freedom comes when we can confess and receive forgiveness.
Since then I have done worse things, but this story remains in my heart as a picture of how strong a hold unconfessed sin can have on our lives.
These verses in Isaiah always bring me to tears. God’s forgiveness is so great, there is nothing that he can’t blot out.
“Come now, let’s settle this,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
I will make them as white as snow.
Though they are red like crimson,
I will make them as white as wool.