I can’t even accurately articulate the gut wrenching feeling I felt when it happened. I was in shock and I was absolutely mortified. I could not believe that, of all moments, it would happen right there and then.
I had been trying to sell my video game machine for a while at this point. I posted it online and got some nibbles here and there, but it never seemed to work out. The video game console itself is in perfect condition and has not had a single ounce of an issue since the day I bought it a couple years ago, so I figured someone would want to scoop it up at a fair price.
It took a few weeks of public ads and private prayers (God cares about these little things!!) before I got my first serious bite. Something about it wasn’t settling though. I had a shaky feeling within myself about this particular buyer, but I was so anxious to sell it that I suppressed the feelings and accepted his counter-offer.
I figured we would meet somewhere and simply exchange, but he was adamant about testing it out first to see if it worked. I assured him, and reassured him many times more, that the machine is in mint condition, but he wouldn’t relent. Once again, after talking to him on and off for a couple hours, I cracked and decided to meet him to prove everything was in order.
The buyer drove a solid 30 minutes from his place to our meeting spot in order to check everything out, so I knew for sure that he was serious about making a purchase. Upon meeting, I set everything up like normal and turned the machine on.
Wait, this isn’t normal… did it just freeze? No big deal, it just needs a restart. As I restarted it again I turned to the buyer and once again made it clear that I’ve never had a single issue with the machine and that it has been treated well. Then it froze again.
The pressure started building within me, my face started getting hot, my nerves were frying, and my stomach was dropping fast. It had never froze before — why start now!? At this point, I pretended like it needed to be unplugged and reconnected, so I did just that and laid my hand on the machine with a quiet “Jesus, please let this thing work.”
There we were, standing in front of a broken video game machine after he drove 30 minutes to simply confirm the working condition that I honestly promised to him. Not only did I feel bad about the travel and the loss of the sale, but I also felt so sad about the loss of what was a perfectly good machine.
The would-be buyer left and I took my machine home. I went over the events again and again in my head. I couldn’t believe the absolute slim to nothing odds that it would go down like that. It was all too weird to me, so I plugged everything in again and turned it on to confirm the death …
What the heck!?! It’s alive!
The machine was back, looked better than ever, and I was more shocked than ever! I couldn’t make sense of it, so I turned everything off and on again. “What!? It still works?” I quite literally yelled out. I did this over and over again waiting for it to fail, but it didn’t.
It was all too weird to me. I texted friends explaining the situation, I talked to my parents, and I reflected personally. There wasn’t a single doubt that something bigger was going on. I would even dare say it was spiritual. The inner feelings and senses along with the external events were just too odd for it not to have been.
I realized, though, that in my antsy haste to sell the machine I not only compromised my standard of what I thought was a fair price, I also ignored the inner senses that told me to wait on it a little longer. I wanted to sell it so badly that I turned a blind eye to my instincts and sold myself short on what the true value was.
This all reminds me of how often we do this in our relationships with God and with the plans He has for us. We set our minds on what we want and we are even willing to compromise our standards, ignore our inner senses, and sell ourselves short on our true value to get those things.
I reposted the ad and quickly received plenty of interest, but one individual in particular felt good to me so I pursued them. In just 2 short days I sold the thing, at a pleasing and fair price, to a Father who loves playing games with his young son. It felt right and I received everything that I was hoping for in the deal.
I still can’t make solid sense of this story, but the moral holds true. Trust your instincts, be uncompromising, and remind yourself that you are of infinite value — there’s something better waiting out there for you if you just trust His plan and let go of yours.