Last night David was on call and I had a work meeting at 4:30pm. I left the house at 4pm and our friend staying with us got home about 5:30pm. When I got home at 6:00pm he asked if I'd moved his computer or made his bed. I told him I hadn't and he thought he must have been really out of it when he left for work. I didn't think much more about it. We ate dinner and then I went to the bathroom. At that point I noticed all the drawers in the bathroom were slightly ajar. I looked in the top drawer and noticed all my jewelry was missing. That's when it dawned on me that we'd been robbed. What a weird feeling to know that someone was in your house, rifling through your stuff and took what they wanted.
Besides being creeped out and a little nervous about a repeat episode, I was grateful that not much was stolen. It could have been way worse. Fortunately I'm not much of a jewelry person, so there wasn't much value in the items they took and I was wearing my wedding ring. I felt worst for our friend since his lap top was stolen.
The cops came, the crime lab came and dusted for fingerprints and took photos. Note: if you are robbed and or suspect it, don't touch anything. Call the police. I know I went through looking to see what was missing and I couldn't help but close drawers. Oops. Luckily I didn't know where the robber had entered, so once the cop located the open basement window missing the screen, there were fingerprints to get there.
I am grateful we weren't home. I am grateful that we didn't lose anything sentimental or of significant value. I am also grateful that I was reminded of not having lots of "stuff". It puts in perspective what's really important.
It's amazing that in the last few months our car window has been smashed and stuff stolen, our landlord gave us a bad check for our security deposit refund and now won't respond to us, and our house has been broken in to. Is Heavenly Father trying to make sure we know all of that is just stuff, nothing of real eternal value.
