The lady who broke into the church threw 2 bricks through the toddler room window. Then, she slept there and wrote a note on the bricks that she threw through the window. It said, "I'm sorry. I was tired and cold." Then, she signed her name.
She went into Steven's office and wrote a note apologizing again.
She was at the church when Tiffany got to church this morning. Tiffany thought that Steven was meeting with her. While Tiffany went to the church office, the girl went out the front door.
While Steven was meeting with the police, he remembered that he had a checkbook in his office. We keep it there sometimes in case we forget a check to write our tithes. Steven couldn't find the checkbook. We tried and tried to remember if the checkbook was still there or if we had run out of checks. We couldn't remember so Steven had to go sort it out with the bank today. He also had to go and have the window replaced.
And I "know" that the right thing is to feel sorry for her, but I honestly am having a really hard time with it.
This is the 3rd break in that we have experienced since we moved here. The first one was a break in to Steven's truck window.
Then, someone broke into my van window.
Now, the church.
Frankly, I'm tired of paying for broken windows.
I know that I should just be grateful that my family is safe and nothing has ever been stolen. It's just annoying.
So, I'm trying to feel something besides annoyance for the brick throwing girl. I have never felt that desperation before so I can't fully understand what she was feeling.
I don't know how to neatly tie up this blog. Hmmm.....how about "hurting people hurt people"?
Or "it is what it is"?
Nah, I hate both of those phrases.