My house was burglarized last Friday...
He took all of my jewelry - my late grandmother's birthstone ring, my mother's wedding ring from 1961, my engagement ring and original wedding band, my charm bracelet with charms from my travels, and the gold watch by mother gave me for my 21st birthday. He even took my costume jewelry. My friend of 30+ years gave me a simple yet elegant bracelet about 2 months ago that I cherished. And of course, I didn't realize how much I had until it was gone - all the beautiful gifts my husband had blessed me with over the years.
The most critical thing that that "knucklehead" (to use my mother's terminology) took was my vulnerability. I've always felt that the wonderful community that I have lived in for the past 20+ years was a utopia. This event notwithstanding, it still is - we are just living in a different time. Obviously, I just needed this jolt.
One vital lesson I have learned that I knew but needed to experience - life goes on without possessions. As much value as I've placed in the things we've amassed, whether it be sentimental or merely cumulative, I am still the same person as on Thursday evening. Now a little more free of the grasp that David Yurman or John Hardy and the like have had but me just the same.
This is what matters most to me:
God sure works in mysterious ways...
Peace and Blessings,