My Candy Crush Addiction

Someone once told me something along the lines of "When you can't sleep, don't count sheep; talk to the Shepherd." Okay, I probably butchered that quote, but you get the idea, right?

Well, I've gotten into a slump of not being able to sleep at night. Normally, you would be lucky to see me past nine, yet here I am writing another midnight blog post. That's all beside the point though. My point is that through these sleepless nights, I haven't been talking to my Shepherd. To be honest, I haven't even been counting sheep... I've been playing Candy Crush. (Embarrassing, I know)

As embarrassed as I am, I have a feeling that a couple of you can relate to my Candy Crush addiction. Now let's just see if you can relate to the frustrations that come with my addiction... I have been stuck on a stinking level for who knows how long. It's so frustrating. Seriously, nothing is more annoying than running out of moves when you are seriously only two more moves away from winning, but back to the point... I have failed on level 103 at least fifty times. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. 

Well tonight I decided I would take a break from Candy Crush and instead talk to my Shepherd.

In the middle of my praying two things happened... 

1. I decided that I would never again play Candy Crush when I can't sleep because praying for longer than usual is seriously is way better. If you don't believe me, just try it!

2. I realized that Candy Crush actually taught me a lesson. Well, it didn't really "teach" me a lesson, but it reminded me of one. 

I'm sure you're thinking I have lost it for thinking about Candy Crush during my prayer time, but bear with me. So you know how I told you that I have failed at level 103 around fifty times, and I told you how frustrated it makes me? Well the thing is, each time I fail I can push play again and a new board is made available for me to play on. All of my failures are wiped away, and they have no effect on my new game. It's pretty similar to the way God handles all of my failures. (The ones a lot bigger than my inability to match candies together.) When I confess my sins to God, I am made clean again. My "board" is made new. I do not have to dwell on my failures because my sins have been washed away by the precious blood of Christ. He forgives me, and He washes me clean as snow.