Madeline and I went to Community Bible Study this morning, as we always do on Wednesday morning. We rushed home as usual because she is hungry for lunch and ready for a nap. All the way home she was signing, “More, more, more” in the back seat, meaning, “Feed me!” As I pulled into the driveway, my mind was occupied with thoughts of what I was going to feed her for lunch and how I should spend the precious hours of her nap time. I pulled the emergency brake, turned off the car, and looked up at the back door. “Did white flower petals fall from a tree and cover the back sidewalk?”, I wondered. “No wait…..That’s….Glass……And the door is open!....The house has been broken into!”
As quickly as I could, I threw the car into reverse and fled the scene. I called Daniel to tell him what had happened, pulled into our church parking lot (just a mile away) and called the police from there. I kept praying over and over, “Thank you, Lord, that we weren’t home.”
The next hour dragged on for days. I went back to the house when the police came, Daniel arrived home, we went through the house to identify what was missing, we filed the police report…. Surprisingly only a few things are missing – a laptop, my jewelry box, and a few odds and ends. Many of our “valuables” (that I am acutely aware aren’t truly valuable) were unexplainably left behind.
Through the whirlwind of activity following the break in, three thoughts from scriptures surfaced in my jumbled up mind:
1- My treasure is safe in heaven. This stuff was not treasure, and it’s all going to burn someday anyway.
2- Pray for your enemies.
3- “Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.” (Isaiah 41:10)
My greatest fear was FEAR initially. I don’t care about the stuff we lost but I feel concerned that I will now spend my days and my nights living in fear that our home will be broken into again while we are home. I don’t want to live my life consumed with fear. I know that it is not God’s will for me.
I brought this before God, and he led me to Psalm 121:5-8:
The Lord watches over you….He will keep you from all harm. He will watch over your life. He will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.
I realize that I have a choice. I can choose to hold onto fear of bodily harm to me and my family, or I can choose to trust God to watch over me. I can choose to take him at his word that he is watching over all of my comings and goings all of the time. I know that God was in charge today, and he was protecting me and Madeline. Who knows how many times a day he protects my life, and I’m never even aware of the danger? Today I was aware, and so that makes it seem scarier. But he was “watching over my life” today just as he is every day. I will trust him to do it again tomorrow.
Anyway, there were a few pieces of jewelry that I felt sad to lose. There were a couple of items I had contemplated selling so that we could put the money in our adoption fund. I held back and now it’s gone. If I had sold them to invest the money in the kingdom of God, it would have been mine forever. Lesson learned.
I am thankful for so many things: for God’s protection, for his reminder of what really matters, for Daniel being able to rush home to be with us, that more things weren’t stolen. More than anything I am thankful for the push that this gave me to cling to HIM more.
Here is Daniel installing our new back door this afternoon
Here is the old one....
I had this sign over the back door. It was on the floor covered with broken glass. Ironically the intruder had to step over it to enter our house.