Violated

Gone.

 It's gone.

Ryan's bike and our kids bike trailer.

Then the thoughts come fast and hard.  I can't bike anywhere with them.  It's my fault.  I left it out.  On Move-in Weekend.  Oh dumb.  Who did it?  Our neighbors?  Oh, I would just love not to live next to college students.  How do I love someone who is of the same position as the bum who took my things from my back yard?  Oh I do NOT love being a college minister right now.  I feel violated.

"Ryan.....? Our bike and trailer are gone"  CRY.

And he opens his eyes and looks and does not melt down and notices they are stashed in our neighbors bushes.

oh.

OK.  guess I have an attitude problem.  Someone did steal a beach towel out of the trailer though.

Wow, all sorts of accusatory thoughts and anger just bubbled up!  I didn't think "Thank You, God" for that.  How do I do that?  I'm not sure I'm there but I hope to trust to get there, God.