This past weekend, I had my car broken into and stolen while I was working. Considering I work at walmart, the store that people steal from the most, in a way I almost saw it coming. It was crazy though, because my day happened just like any other day: I woke up, had my coffee and time with Jesus, and I even did a little fundraising. I then got ready for the day and headed down to work. Work was great! I was put in a new department and I was actually enjoying it. But then my day took a huge turn when my lunch break started. Starbucks was having half price fraps, and being the total coffee addict I am, I HAD to hit that up. I walked into the parking lot but noticed that my car wasn't where it normally was. I thought that maybe I parked in one of the other spots that I would normally park in, so I headed that way. About half an hour later and wandering the parking lot for about half an hour, I had to come to the conclusion that my car was no where to be found. At that point, so many things were going through my mind: "Who stole me car?!" "What if I parked in handicap, and they took my car?" "I have to find it, or I'll miss out on the half price fraps!" I called my mom in tears and she told me to go to security. Next thing I know, my manager finds me in tears, I'm talking with the police, and looking through the security cameras for my car. We then come across the video that proved my car was stolen. I saw a tattooed man put a fake key into my car and drive away. I then filed a police report, and actually asked the officer what the odds of getting my car back. "You'll get it back, but be prepared to have no engine, tires, stereo, and any personal belongings taken." I then headed back to work, but took sometime to call my mom, who's 1300 miles away. Being any mom in that position, her reaction was telling me it's going to be okay, and that the important thing was that I was okay. I went back to work and had no motivation. I couldn't think straight, and would just randomly start crying. When I was watching the fitting room, my manager came over to see how I was doing. "You could go home if you want. I understand, and would be glad to take you home." Considering I was looking into buying a new car, I decided that I could just suck it up for a couple hours, and finish my shift. About half an hour later, my phone started to vibrate, and this is when God stepped in and put me in one of his miracles. The police contacted me saying the found my car, and that it was okay. I then called my fantastic family, and they went over to where it was dumped off, and watched it until I could get home. Next thing I know, my cousin shows up, and we head over to where my car is. It was perfectly fine! There were some things that were stolen, but I would rather replace those than have to replace a car. I was so excited to get in it, and be bonded back with it. But when I first got in it, I felt like it wasn't my car. It smelled of pot, nothing was in order, and I knew that someone went through it. Someone came in, uninvited, and took that special thing that made my car MY car. He took that special thing that I had with my car, and turned it into just a car. Memories and special things were taken. They weren't important, but very special.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I felt so violated, and started thinking. I bet God felt this way when Satan entered the world, and took something very special from Him. "The thief only comes to steal, kill, and destroy." John 10:10. A long time ago, a similar thing happened to God. Someone stepped into his prized land, and took something that was incredibly special to him. He then had to make other arrangements to get that back. That man who stole my car some how let the Thief take a part of him a long time ago. He let Satan steal his freedom, kill his potential, and eventually destroy him to where this is what he is relying on. Satan robbed that man just like how he robs us, and how he robbed God. It's so easy for me to forget that we actually do live in a broken world, where the enemy is CONSTANTLY after us, and is CONSTANTLY trying to pull us away from God. It's so easy for me to forget that sometimes Satan doesn't give any mercy, and he drags people down so much, that they have to resort to evil things. Being able to step back for a minute and take a look at the bigger picture, I feel like I can almost see one of Satan's plan. He attacks people to their breaking point, and then those people attack other people because they were attacked, and then it's a constant cycle on different degrees of being attacked.
Don't get me wrong, I am still upset that all of this happened, and that some of my things were stolen, but at the same time, and I do want some form of justice taken, but I also feel bad for that guy. I feel bad that he was attacked in such a way that causes him to take drugs, and have to steal things, and that he can't live a happy life. I feel bad for that guy that has to live this way because of the ways that Satan attacked him.
