In a somber mood tonight. Recovering from another break-in and the loss of the rest of my jewelry along with my new TV and relatively new laptop. I truly believe it was the same persons as those who broke in October 2012 while I was away one weekend. That time, they ransacked the house and made off with all the jewelry I had, which, though it wasn’t a lot and wasn’t that expensive, there were still some relatively valuable items, particularly the items I’d received from family and friends no longer with us.
That time, they broke in through a kitchen window I hadn’t secured properly. This time, they broke in through the door to my back yard. They broke the deadbolt off of the door. They were brutes. Nothing was touched in the rest of the house except my bedroom where they took the jewelry that I had with me during the first robbery and the jewelry I had been given by friends and family in the year since to help me begin my collection again. And they took my laptop which was in my bedroom and the TV I’d bought right after Christmas because of the really good sale prices. And then they had the nerve to walk out my front door! With my stuff! And no one saw it happen. They went out my front door.
That was my first clue when I came home at lunchtime. Oh, did I mention they broke in sometime between the time I left for work and the time I came home for lunch, four hours, broad daylight? I walked up to my front door and put my key to the lock and discovered the door wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open, walked in and it was then I noticed my TV missing. I dropped what I had in my hands and ran to my bedroom to discover my jewelry box missing, drawers open and ransacked, my mattress pushed off the box spring.
I have been burglarized twice now in this house. You might ask what I, as a Christian, might say or do in response to this violation. I’m still trying to figure it out. Granted, it’s only material things that were taken. No one was hurt. I’m grateful that I have a roof over my head and food in the refrigerator and a bed that I can still sleep in regardless they’re messing with it. I’ve much for which to be thankful. I’m still going to spend the weekend with my grandson celebrating his fifth birthday. I made an awesome shark blanket for him as well that’s all ultra fleecy on one side and silky on the other and large enough to cover a twin bed.
I am very grateful for what I have that no one can steal. But, regardless, I’m still sad and grieved that things, small as they were, were taken from me. There are stories related to each of them, sentiments, memories, now gone with the items. I’m sad.
This song is from a sad time many years ago. I’ve moved on and recovered from that sad time. I know I’ll recover from this. God is still in His Heaven and He Sees me. He is my El Roi.
All Things Elda 