Well, it has been an eventful weekend, to say the least. On Friday night, we were about to go to bed around 10:30 when I decided to make sure all the sets of keys were hanging up. I usually don't do this, but I was the last one to go out (to get some ice cream to bring home:) I realized the keys I had used to get in and out of our house and gate were missing. I couldn't find them anywhere and became obsessed with finding them. Bubba and I thought maybe one of the kids had been playing with them before bed, but I couldn't let go of trying to find them. We looked all over the house and outside a few times. It was a little unnerving to say the least when we found the keychain, minus the keys, lying on the ground beside our gate. I freaked out and couldn't stop sobbing - out of fear, responsibility, etc..... Someone had the keys to our gate and our house! Everyone here has tall gates with multiple locks, razor wire, street guards, and guard dogs for a reason. And now someone had the ability to use our keys and walk right in our house. We were able to find the guard for our street and communicate with him what had happened. Our neighbors heard us and came out, and between the two of them, we got a few different locks for our gate for the night. Our guard, Jose, said he'd look out for our house. But the fear was still there that someone could jump our gate and walk right in. Needless to say, we spent a sleepless night, with Bubba on guard sleeping on the living room couch. On Saturday, we were able to get a locksmith here in the afternoon (after going to friends' house for lunch and carting all our valuables with us - passports, laptop, camera). We got 3 locks changed, including soldering one on our gate, for only $60! WOW. We realize how much we have to be thankful for, how even though it was scary and surreal, that the Lord had his hand in it. We're so thankful that we continued to look for the keys and weren't content to go to bed without finding them...that whoever took the keys left the keychain for whatever reason because then we knew the keys were gone...that we have a kind guard on our street who helped us and watched our house extra carefully...for neighbors who prayed with and for us when I was terrified....for safety that night....and for being able to get the locks changed quickly and cheaply.
"I lift my eyes up, to the heavens, where does my help come from. My help comes from You, maker of Heaven and Earth."
2 comments:
Wow. That's scary, I'm glad it all worked out.
I once left the keys in the car door overnight (in our current neighborhood). A passerby found them in the morning, and gave them to a neighbor, who then had to let me out of the house; Our doors are double-keyed and the windows were all caulked shut for winter, and Sarah'd left her keys in Winchester! Talk about embarrassing and scary! I haven't told anyone I live with yet...
Ok, deep breaths... I don't know if I can handle the drama! Your personal safety being threatened is huge. In a different country--that's a monster. Praying that you all keep your eyes on Jesus. The evil one would certainly like to use this to his advantage!
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