Sometimes Life Isn't Fair

About a week ago, someone relieved my husband of all his tools from inside his locked truck box. Among these were tools his father had used that were well over 30 years old. The building next door has security cameras, and the security contact informed us that their tapes indeed showed a small group of men taking his tools...at 9:30pm, just off a main road...they just pulled up and helped themselves. We're in the process of trying to acquire a copy of the tape.

If you've EVER been the victim of theft, especially with items of sentimental value, you know how it feels like someone has literally dug out your stomach with a rusty tablespoon. You frantically go through all the possible scenarios of what you should or could have done differently to prevent it, or what you can do now to get your possessions back or just get even with whoever targeted you. The sick feeling comes from just knowing in the back of your head that there isn't a darn thing you can do about it, though. It's quite a helpless feeling, and it's worsened when you don't know who your victimizer is. It's sad, too, when you find yourself suspicious of your neighbors, co-workers, etc.

So, prayers would be appreciated for my husband right now who is mourning the loss of items that are really precious to him, provide him with great enjoyment, and that, in a way, define a part of who he is. I think he needs it. (Be sure to include in your prayers that Lowe's, Sears and Harbor Freight have some GREAT upcoming sales! :) )