Sunday Morning was good.

Very good.

Almost like a certain Tuesday in January.

And then, wouldn’t you know.

Something bad happens to us that we didn’t cause and don’t deserve.

Yes, someone stole everything we had in the bank.

Initially, I was still.

Late  Sunday, I went to the grocery store for one item, and went through the line with my favorite clerk.  When she asked me how I was I said, “Fine.”  Then I said, “Not really, someone at Sonic took my husband’s debit card and cleaned us out.”  I thought the four people who heard what I said, 2 clerks and 2 baggers, would go find the thief themselves.  These virtual strangers were more upset than any of my acquaintances have been.

Maybe because they work their fingers to the bone to make no more money and people are suspicious of them but they fight to maintain their self respect in severe circumstances with temptation all around.  And then someone who is basically at the same economic strata and occupational status, says, “I give up. You work.  Imma steal.”

The profound thing to me, is that I had already been to that Sonic location previously in the week.  I had parked next to the door where the car hops enter and exit.  I had watched and thought, “Dear Lord God, how do they get by? Do they all have other jobs? It’s so effing hot!”  Now I know.

Yesterday, going through the process, I got twisted pretty tight, as I struggled to remember God loves the asshole person who did this the same as he loves me. Probably, because, quite frankly, I’m mad.  But.

It wasn’t personal.

Like if someone you knew was stealing from you.  And waiting.  Hoping you wouldn’t notice.

It doesn’t require a life style change.

During (so you can get by) or after ( because you got weird).

It will be over in a couple of days.

Not two and a half years.

Please.  I got this covered.

…This momentary light affliction is producing an eternal weight of glory...