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Thursday, September 18, 2014

the break in

As I sit here writing, I'm listening to Matt & our super have a deep conversation while they install our new microwave...at least it sounds deep. They're speaking Spanish. I can't understand Spanish...well I understand enough to get by (ok...that may be an overstatement), but it is safe to say I have no idea what they are talking about right now...but it sounds beautiful.

How I feel about Spanish is how I'm feeling about life right now.

I can't understand it all...but I know there is beauty.
...in the hard times...in my doubts...& in the mess.

On Saturday I got a call from Matt, "Sabrina...come home right now. We've been robbed."

My husband is always full of jokes, but I could tell by his voice that he was serious.

Matt left to walk Gins at 1pm and came back 45 minutes later. When he walked into our home he saw things missing and called the cops.

Because it had been such a short amount of time we didn't know if the burglar was still in there, so the cops had their guns ready and searched our whole apartment.

The safety I had once felt in our small apartment seemed like a distant memory as I watched this happen.

Our laptops, Matt's Xbox, a Play Station3 that was given to us as a gift this year, two of my necklaces, Matt's iPod, & a large kitchen knife were all taken.

violated. numb. angry. fearful.

The police asked a lot of questions & wrote down a lot of information. They seemed to really care which felt comforting, but that comforting feeling left when they did.

after 3 hours, 6 police officers, & 1 locksmith we were left alone in our home. It just felt weird.

The right thing to say here is, "Our hope is in the Lord, not our things."

Absolutely true. & we believe that whole heartedly...but we were shaken.
Someone was in our home. in our bedroom...where we sleep at night.

our stuff is just stuff, yes. but is it okay to be frustrated about it being taken? I hope so.

The day after it happened Matt & I did a prayer-walk through our home in each room. We are refusing to let this event take-over our home. We know God is bigger.



We are choosing trust instead fear.
Lamenting instead of complaining.
Gratefulness instead of discontentment.
Talking instead of being numb.
Joy instead of sorrow.

We're asking God for His comfort & His peace.

I really want to tie this up with a pretty bow, but we're still in process & we're okay with that.

I'll keep ya updated. We'd love your prayers.









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