Traveling Towards Home

Now don't faint.  I know it's just been a few days since my last blog post.  But when God get's moving, things happen fast. Wednesday afternoon I arrived home (thanks for the last minute ride from Enterprise, Debbie!)   and saw a huge pile of mail on the recliner (thank you, Janae, for seeing it safely inside!) I was too tired to look at it much, but saw a letter from the police department and tossed it aside, thinking it was just a copy of the final report on my wallet. Thursday morning, my plans changed, and so I started laundry and sorted through the mail.  I opened the police report, only it wasn't a report, but a notice  to pick up evidence!  I raced up (okay, I might have slightly exceeded the speed limit once or twice) to get my wallet. Enough to say that it was intact (minus the cash) and all my cards were in it.  But no pictures (why?  What reason would they have to leave everything else, but not the pictures of my children and grands?). ...

Recently, a woman I thought I was helping, stole my wallet.  I was crushed!  I was angry, and disappointed, in myself, for not discerning her intentions; in her for misleading me and taking what wasn't hers.    In the big scheme of things, it was an inconvenience.  I had to replace some documents, and in a hurry, it disrupted my routine and showed me how vulnerable I could be.  It took many hours to discover what I had to do to report the theft of my wallet, to remember what was in it and to follow up on the theft.  Several trips to agencies to replace important cards, calls to put alerts on my accounts, and the list went on.  God is good, and it went smoothly. My life is back on track!  I was able to make my flights the next weekend without dragging my lifelong accumulation of documents with me. But the worst of it was the deep humiliation of the deception.  In the end, she only got about 40 dollars.  It seems she wasn't in it to s...