I walked in the house.
Ever had that “something strange in here” feeling? I saw my curtains in disarray and my eyes darted to the unlocked front door. I KNEW all the locks had been in place before I left.
I ran up the stairs—NO! My laptop was not on my desk. Nor was the battery there.
When I swung around, I could see my bedroom. Empty jewelry armoire drawers littered the floor. One of those drawers—with the earrings—was missing altogether along with the accumulation of a lifetime of jewelry. Much of it was gifts from beloved family and friends, some of whom are no longer on earth. One of my lacy pillowcases must be acting like a duffle bag.
A closer look showed me my dresser drawers barely open. Nothing was touched in them. I shivered as I realized they ran out my front door as the garage door was closing behind me on my arrival home!
Next I ran outside to see—anything! Anywhere! They were gone.
I paced the porch, front yard as I waited for the police to come. Up and down the yard, around the porch, around the house, back to the front yard. Again.
Pacing and stewing.
When I thought about my jewelry and those that gave pieces to me, I got angrier and angrier. How dare those hoodlums take part of my heritage from me? And my computer—oh my! Important items kept on it would now be open for anyone to see, steal, or damage. This would affect others besides me. How can a waterfall be stopped from dropping over the cliffs?
How will I sleep at night? How can I come home during the day?
“Shall we indeed accept good fromGod and shall we not accept adversity?” Job 2:10.
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