But then that Saturday night we were broken into.
We were in the house, but we slept through it. And while some electronics are gone and some credit cards have been cancelled and passwords changed, we are all OK. Initially we were a little shaken up and Micah and I were both a little scared, but now we are doing much better. The school put some more bars on the windows and Owen's been pulling his mattress into the hall at night to be keep an eye on the kids--so now I am sleeping again.
We heard some things about our neighborhood after we were robbed (or burglared, as Cath tells me I'm supposed to say) that made us feel like this would be repeated and it wasn't safe for us to stay. So we immediately started house-hunting for a new rental in a safer neighborhood. And because we want to move right away, we basically started packing as soon as we found one we liked (even though we haven't actually signed any papers or anything yet--we are praying that they get signed tomorrow and that we get moved by the end of this week). So my house is once again (flashback to Philly two years ago) bare and bagged and in varying stages of clutter/packed-ness without us knowing for sure when we will be moving out. It has been quite a week.
The two things that bothered me the most were my stolen blender (it was a good one, and I use it all the time) and my purse. I thought they could have had the consideration to take the wallet and leave the purse (or, even better, just take the cash). And already feeling vulnerable and a little in shock, it was so weird to have nothing to pick up on the way out of the door. No keys, no license, no nothing.
And seriously, they needed a nice blender to do what? It felt like one last jab. It somehow made it more personal. I blend all the time. OK, I realize I can't really explain my attachment to my blender, you'll just have to take my word on my sense of loss. I should also mention that I didn't realize the blender was gone until a few days had passed--which made it feel like I was robbed a second time.
So it was ironic when our landlord found those two items on our roof this morning investigating a water issue. I guess they went through my purse on the roof. And I guess they decided the blender was too heavy to toss to the next roof (it's a heavy base). It was also great that they left the keys, and, hilariously, Micah's hat that he'd been looking for (I'm guessing one guy said to another, "Seriously, you're really going to take that hat?" only in Spanish. It's a Dominican Republic hat, patriotic perhaps, but I can't imagine it would help anyone's street cred.
It was such an encouragement to me, like God was giving me very personal and direct comfort in the midst of all of the drama and chaos--he returned the two things that made it hard for me to get past the break-in. And somehow after a week on the roof in the hot tropical sun and after a shower or two, nothing seems any worse for wear.
He is so faithful, and so specifically so. It was like he was saying, "Here Val, I know this has been hard. I've had your back. Look!"