An unhappy sight

Broken glass and a trail of blood spots are not things you want to come home to. At 6:30 last night, I returned from working at the skate park to find my apartment had been broken into during the 4 hours I was gone. A window was smashed in and pieces of glass littered the tile floor, my personal effects tossed around, a trail of blood spots and smears through the apartment revealed where the robber had gone (I later found a bloody t-shirt which the robber evidently used to break the window with), and my safe was out of position, but otherwise intact.

The burglar left his bloody t-shirt behind

In all this I have great reason to be thankful. I was not there when it happened, so I am completely unharmed physically. In terms of loss, as far as I can tell, the robber took nothing but a small ziplock bag of loose change (maybe $8 worth at the most). Evidently he was only looking for cash or electronics, of which I have very little to begin with, and keep locked in my safe whenever I leave the house (this is thanks to Barrett's training).

I called the police several times last night, but they never showed up. Barrett and Amy were kind enough to come by and pray with me and help me hammer some temporary boards up over the windows as a deterrent. This gave me the peace of mind to sleep alone in my apartment last night. Being able to speak with my parents and with Kristin also helped calm me. And once I got to bed, I actually slept ok, knowing that God is ultimately my protector and defender.

This morning there is a lot of broken glass to sweep up and some blood to clean off the walls and floor, but I think to myself, how minor this really is. I am praying that this robber would come to know Jesus. No amount of money he might come by in this world can compare with the value of having an eternal home secured in heaven.