Last night while at work, I got a call from a sobbing wife.
I raced home to find that our house had been broken into- and the worst part...
Erin came home while he was still in the house, up in our bedroom. Upon realizing someone was home, the man quickly raced down the stairs and exited the side door. Erin thought it was me...and as she looked over at the man- realized it wasn't.
I came home to a few police cars patrolling our neighborhood, and an officer taking down a description of the man from Erin. What a strange experience- to say the least.
Our good friends Cole and Amy came over to kick it with us into the late hours which helped take our mind off things and calm us down. But as we went to sleep, we couldn't help but hear things differently- the smallest sounds of a 1947 home became louder than life, and even I (who had been playing it cool...got a little freaked).
All in all, I didn't sleep well last night...waking up every half hour from crazy dreams, fear, and the question...how do I make my wife feel safe in our home?
So...I ask for your prayers, as I jump head first into this question- as Erin wrestles with her thoughts- and as we navigate the Scylla and Charybdis of Fort Knox and Open Doors...