Random thoughts on a hectic Tuesday

Ok so most of my readers already know that Thursday, I came home from school to find our back door kicked in and most of our valuable belongings gone. This being said I will not make those of you who have heard the details of that horrible day numerous times (ie. Jenna) endure another telling of the missing items and such. I will however make a plea in hopes that if the person who stole our other laptop looks at our computer history and reads this they will return my Grandma’s spoon collection in a box on my front porch, I will also settle for a Wal-Mart bag. The spoons have no monetary value, only sentimental. Of all the things that were taken, the spoons are the most devastating. I mean beyond the fact that I still feel like my house is not my own anymore, I feel like another piece of my Grandma has been taken from me. Like I am losing her all over again. I suppose in a sense, every time I polished those spoons she was in a still here. I understand that she will always be in my heart and I still have her wedding ring as a reminder, but the spoons and their significance can never be put into words.

Many of you have asked if there is anything that you can do for us, right now just pray that the people who did this will be brought to justice, that somehow I will get at least some of the spoons back, and that God will give me peace in my home again. It seems like right now the only way I get through getting ready in the mornings is to pray and recite “What time I am afraid I will trust in Thee.” I know I can’t get over this on my own, but with God’s help and your prayers Drew and I both will feel safe again.

My daddy keeps telling me that perhaps some good will come of this, and I keep trying to find it. So far all I have come up with is that Drew and I were not here when the act occurred and now our house will be more secure due to some hard work on both my daddy and Drew’s part.

I do have to say a special thank you to my sweet mamma who spent Friday morning cleaning the floors, kitchen and living room for me. For those of you who don’t know I am highly allergic to dust and am unable to sweep and dust without going into coughing and sneezing fits. I am so thankful for her working so hard to get rid of the robber germs, in an attempt to make me feel more comfortable…it did help. To my daddy thank you for coming to my rescue when I found the door ajar and for helping Drew with everything. I also have to thank Drew for doing everything he can to make me feel safe again, I suppose that is another positive of this event…I am learning to appreciate Drew more and more as my tangible protector, and I can see evidence of his love for me in the way he has gone above and beyond, being understanding and sensitive to how I am feeling right now. Finally thank you for all those who asked about us on Facebook and in person. Both of us appreciate your concern and prayers.

I think we still have a long road ahead of us with insurance and such; and hopefully with a trial later on. I am just thankful I have so many loving people and the Lord to get us through.