I sit here worried sick about getting everything absolutely accurate on my itemized list for the insurance company. And some criminal sits in jail who forged a check from our stolen checkbook, and she is protected by the law. I wonder if she's worried sick? I wonder if she's sorry for stealing our stuff or just sorry she got caught trying to greedily score three thousand more in their heist. Oh well, that's between her and God.
I finally got a construction quote for replacing our back door and repairing all the damage done to our property. Things will never be the same, mind you; I'll always miss my photographs. I do not like this new computer and having to accept the changes. But life is riddled with things we don't like and must accept, isn't it?
Ever think about how unpredictable life is? You think your life's all planned and you're living with some sort of routine, but your very routine is what someone uses to disrupt your life and turn it upside down and inside out. This kind of thing makes you think a lot in the wee hours of the morning when you can't sleep and hear the creepy noises that the air returns make when the furnace kicks in and the air-conditioner comes on. Hubby told me tonight that since the robbery, our furnace keeps leaking. If you recall, it worked so hard that day that it froze up when the thieves left our door wide open all day in the 108 degree heat. Wonder if that furnace is covered under the insurance...? Questions. Always another one.Some folks wonder aloud and ask if I question God. Given everything that's happened to us in the past few years, they tell me not to give up on God. I could never give up on God. He is my anchor in times like this. He is the refuge I seek when the world beats me down. He is the source of strength to keep me plugging along. He is my peace and my comfort. My pastor came by to see me last week, to encourage me and have prayer with me. God sent him to us with a love gift from some anonymous person who wanted to help us monetarily, to let us know they cared. He asked me if there was anything he could do. The only thing I could think of was to tell others to write letters to the City of Lawton. We need more police officers. Many more. We need more detectives to investigate. We lack the protection necessary for quick responses, for investigations that can foil the crimes. Lawton's police department is not able to be proactive in protecting us from these seedy criminals. The police can only be reactive and come meet us at our ravaged homes, take a report, file it, then race to the next 911 call. Citizens must light a fire under our mayor and councilmen and hold them accountable for our safety and protection. Then we need to pray-- not only for the protection of one another, but for those officers and detectives who put their very lives on the line every time they don their uniforms. It's the least we can do.