Processing a lot of emotions tonight. This week has probably been the hardest since we lost the house last July. Between Sunday evening and early Monday morning, the house site was vandalized and equipment and several tools were stolen. So I now have another claim number and file started and more frustrating conversations with claims reps.
The house loss has been waves of grief and sadness. This feels like a violation and I am just plain angry. How dare someone, anyone damage property that doesn't belong to them and take things that aren't theirs. Our oldest keeps asking me why they don't just buy things with their own money instead of stealing. I don't have a good answer.
I want to believe that whoever it was really needs money for heat or food. That they have been laid off or strapped with medical bills and were just so desperate they didn't see another way. Somehow that would make it a tiny bit better...at least I tell myself that.
In the big picture, this isn't a big deal. They only broke the glass insert in the kitchen door and left the rest of the windows, doors, wiring, plumbing and drywall alone. They only got part of the tools and such, since Ben takes so much back and forth each trip. It is just a huge inconvenience. It has set us back a full week of work and a chunk of change (deductible again, since this is a separate claim).
I am not seeing God's hand in this yet...still praying for that glimpse with each encounter with insurance people and such. Please pray with me!
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