How I Spent Labor Day

car-thief

Yesterday did not go as planned for my husband and I. I had hoped to spend the day relaxing, maybe at the beach or just at home, but some meanie(s) had other plans.

Matt woke up and let our dog out to go to the bathroom. I rolled out of bed and groggily started to prepare my morning oatmeal. I noticed that he was out there for longer than normal, but didn't think much of it. I hear slow steps walk up to our door and Matt and Morton appear in the doorway. Matt's face is emotionless and still, and then he utters the horrible words, "I think both our cars were stolen."

My eyes dart from side to side, hoping that he is going to say that he was kidding. Nope. BOTH of them are gone.

My labor day consisted of crying, speaking with police, calling my insurance company (even though they were off for the holiday), and stressing out.

Why am I telling you this? Because my blogs may be sparse over the next couple of days: 1) because I am pretty sad, and 2) because I can't get to the gym or anywhere without either of our cars.

Moral of the story: Don't steal from people. You don't know who you are hurting (what they are already going through) and how much pain you are causing them. And if you are aware of all of that but you still steal, I weep for you.

In the midst of all of this, I'm trying to figure out what it means to rejoice in all circumstances.

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." - 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18