Reillusioned

Now, I am quite aware that my title, "Reillusioned" is not a real word. But let me explain. I fear that as level-headed as I try to be, I'm still a wishy-washy young twenty-something, not yet done with college, who, though occasionally paranoid, still has some remaining disillusionment of invincibility.

I truly know that I am not invincible. Nobody is. We all must die at some point, sticks and stones and bullets and nails can harm us. But it is wrong to feel a sense of security? For many, it's expected to feel safe where we live. Unfortunately, for some, it's just not. Well, my husband and I got a little taste of that this morning when we went out to the parking lot and saw that our car was nowhere to be found. It was confusing at first. Did we park somewhere different last night? Nowhere in sight. Our car was gone.

We always lock it, and Mr. Wonderful is sure he did last night. We only have two sets of keys which stay with each of us at all times. Our car was broken into, started, and driven away in the middle of the night. I feel violated. I feel insecure, vulnerable. It's something that I've always been aware of as a possibility in the back of my mind, but how can you expect something like this to happen when it actually does?

It has been a long day. We have worked out rides so that this weekend we can still go back to the good old home town and visit family, friends, and our home church. We're just praying that the car turns up soon. We appreciate all the prayers of those who have been joining in our petition to God to bring our car back safe and sound. We don't know why He wanted His car to be stolen, but we trust that He has a plan to work it for good in the lives of the ones He loves. It's just hard to keep thinking that... it's really God's car, everything is His, it was just given to us, it's not ours.

It took about three hours today for me to realize that it was Veteran's day. I felt so self-absorbed at that point, and finally snapped out of my own little world where only things pertaining to myself mattered. I realized I have friends, good friends, who are serving. Some oversees right now. They count as veterans, too, now and for the rest of their lives. Growing up is really just an incredible experience. But we don't always need to be a "grown-up" to get the big picture; to step outside of our own little worlds and care about what others are doing to keep us safe from things we couldn't ever imagine or expect. I couldn't say it better than my intelligent sister-in-law, so here's Mad's post:

 http://anorganizedprocrastination.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-on-serious-note.html

Read it, ponder, go thank a Veteran. Even if it's a day or two or twenty too late. They've made a huge decision to give up their lives for the protection of the country. That's a big deal! Pray for their lives, thank God for their decision.

Blog #19, done! Praise the Lord in adversity, He is our Rock.