Beside Myself With Grief

I left the house a little later than I was anticipating this morning, and I hurried to my car so I could get to work close to on time.

But when I got to my car, yet again things didn’t seem right. With the driver’s and now this time, passenger’s doors still slightly open, I realized that my car had once again been broken into.

Not a new phenomenon, and now the fourth time this kinda thing has happened, I looked around to see what was missing. My cell phone charger was still there, as was my ipod charger, “skate tape” wasn’t taken nor the sweater that I had been sitting on my backseat, and all the empty pop bottles were still where I last left them.

Not surprisingly they took the change that I had collected for parking meters. I think the total of that came to about $2.00, but the thing that is making me the most sad, is the fact that they took my scriptures.

Of no intrinsic value to anyone, I am beside myself with the loss of my well marked scriptures, RS manual and various handouts and notebooks. I guess it is my own fault that I left them in my car, but that still doesn’t make up for the loss.

So when I came to work looking a little more distraught than normal, everyone knew something was up. And as I told them the story of my loss, only minimally tearing up, everyone became outraged and have tried to form some search group to find my missing items.

I am planning a search of the neighbourhood after work tonight, thinking that as soon as the bandits figured out what they had stolen they ditched them in a nearby dumpster, or maybe, God willing, they are actually reading what they stole, and have now had a change of heart.

It will be okay, life will carry on and I can always get new scriptures. But I am still sad.

Praying to find them in one piece.